A moment later he groaned as he ended the kiss. “I’ve got to get to work, babe. Otherwise I’d lock you in our bedroom and continue this.”
Smiling, I said, “Good to know.”
His hands remained on me; he seemed reluctant to let me go and I liked that. This day was starting off good.
“What’s your plans for the day?” he asked.
“I thought I might head over to the hardware store and look at paint. I want to paint the lounge room.”
“What’s wrong with the way it is now?”
My eyebrows shot up. “Really, J? The walls are off white. It’s boring; we need some colour in the house.”
I moved to the coffee machine and began making myself one while he finished his off. His eyes never left me. Just the way I liked it.
“I know what’s going to happen. You’re going to get all fucking excited about it, you might even start painting a bit of the wall, but I’m going to be the fucker that has to do most of it.”
I gave him a pointed stare. “How do you know that?”
If J was the kind of man to roll his eyes, I was sure he would have done that right then. Instead, he muttered, “Gut instinct, babe. That, and twelve years of knowing you. Projects are your favourite thing, until they’re not. And I’m betting this’ll be the same.”
He pushed off from the bench and rinsed his mug in the sink.
I chose to ignore what he’d said. He was kind of right, but there was no way I was admitting that. “So, I was thinking grey for the lounge room. With white.”
He was back to watching me as I finished making my coffee and began making toast for breakfast. “Babe, knock yourself out. Just tell me when you need me to finish the job.”
I scowled at him. “You can be an ass sometimes, you know that?”
He chuckled and closed the distance between us. “What can I say, you bring out the fucking best in me.” He dipped his mouth to mine and gave me a quick kiss. “Gotta go, sweetheart.”
He smacked me on the ass, and as he was heading out of the kitchen, I called out, “You still haven’t said anything about my hair.” It stung that he hadn’t noticed it.
His head swung around to face me and he had a puzzled look on his face. I noted his gaze moving to my hair and then to my face. “Looks good.”
“Oh my God, you didn’t even notice that I’ve coloured it, did you?”
“Madison, I’ve got no fucking clue about women and their hair. It looks good, you look good.” His gaze swept down my body and he added, “When a woman’s got legs like yours, a man’s got no hope of noticing their fucking hair, babe.”
And that right there was J. He had a way of going from my bad books to my good even when I was annoyed at him. All it took was his dirty mouth to do it.
***
Jason
I’d taken half the day off work to spend the afternoon with Madison, but standing here watching her flick through paint chips made me wonder if I should have just let her come on her own. She had six different ones and couldn’t decide which one she liked best. We’d been standing in this hardware aisle, going back and forth over the colours for the past hour. I’d almost had enough but I was sure that she could spend all fucking day doing this.
“Baby, do you think you can narrow it down some more? Like to say, one?” I asked.
She scowled at me. “I knew you shouldn’t have come with me. You have absolutely no patience.”
“I have a lot of patience, but you’ve been trying to decide between these for an hour now.”
“Well, I want to get it right, J,” she muttered, throwing me a dirty look.
“Okay, how about this; if you pick one and hate it after we’ve painted, we can always paint it again.”
Her eyes widened. “Really? You wouldn’t mind?”
“No. So let’s pick one and get out of here.”
A pained look appeared on her face. “I really like two of them.” She held up two and showed me. “Which one do you like?”
I grabbed them out of her hand and inspected them. “This one,” I said, holding up the one I preferred. Fuck, why did women take so long to choose? I did it in three seconds flat.
She snatched them back out of my grasp, shaking her head. “You didn’t even look at them, J.”
“I did, babe. It’s not fucking rocket science.”
She gave me a pointed look. “You have no idea.”
I blew out a breath. “I’m going to go outside and wait for you in the car. You reckon you can be done in five minutes?”
“I’ll be as long as it takes. And you won’t complain if you want more of what I gave you this morning.”
Christ, she had me by the fucking balls. She’d given me the best goddamn head job this morning and I fucking needed more of that shit. “I’ll be in the car, but hurry the fuck up because now all I can think of is your mouth and my cock.” I leaned into her and promised, “I’ll blow your fucking mind when we get home if you’re done in five minutes.”
As I pulled away from her, she curled her hand around my neck to bring me back to her, and murmured, “Baby, you always blow my mind, so there’s no need for me to hurry.”