Page 76 of Three Not-So-Little Words
No big deal. We always have next weekend.
While I’m waiting for a reply, there’s a knock on the front door.
Who the hell?
With a loud groan, I pull myself off the couch and head for the door. When I open it, I’m shocked to see Ronnie.
“Ronnie?” I ask.
She grins. “I lied.”
“I see that.” I can’t help but smile in return.
“I got an earlier flight and thought I’d come surprise you.”
“Hell of a surprise.”
“Oh, me showing up isn’t the surprise. Well, it’s not theonlysurprise.”
“Oh?”
Her hands reach down to her coat. Until this point, I didn’t even notice the long coat she has on. Slowly, she unties it and holds it open.
“Christ, Ronnie,” I say, seeing that all she has on is a black see-through teddy and stiletto heels. I look toward the street to make sure no one is around.
While looking, I notice I don’t see her car.
“Did you drive?” I ask.
“No. I had my cab from the airport stop by my house so I could change before having him bring me here. I may or may not have had a lot to drink on the plane.” She gives me a sexy smile. “Now, are you going to let me in? It’s a little cold in this outfit.”
“Oh, yeah. Of course.” I step out of the way.
As I close the door behind her, it suddenly occurs to me that Ronnie is very likely about to find out that I have a kid. Although I cleaned, and most of Colton’s stuff is put away, there are still signs. He lives here. Of course, there are signs.
I’m going to have to come clean—not that I have been actively trying to hide anything from her.
I brace myself to talk about it, but as soon as I shut the door, she’s all over me. Her mouth immediately finds mine, and our kiss is hot and heavy.
She drops the coat on the floor, and between kisses, she moans, “Bedroom.”
I pull back. “Already? Impatient little thing, aren’t you?”
“It’s been a week. Yes. Bedroom. Now.”
I lift her off her feet, and she hooks her ankles around me. Our kiss continues all the way to my room.
Once inside, I sit down on the edge of the bed with her still in my lap. Running my hands through her hair, our tongues dance.
“Stand up, beautiful,” I tell her. “Let me look at you.”
Bracing herself on my shoulder, she slowly climbs off of me. When her feet are firmly on the ground, she puts her hands on her hips and spins in a circle so I can get the full picture.
And it’s a great fucking picture.
She’s sexy as sin.
The teddy hugs her curves and shows off all of her delicious assets. I want to touch, kiss, lick, or play with every single one of them.
