Agent With a Shotgun

Seventeen

Amelia woke up to soft kisses being peppered along her shoulder and neck, thanks to the oversized shirt she was wearing, his lips were on her exposed skin. She smiled softly and leaned her head more into the pillow to give him more access, her grip tightening on his hands. Somehow, their fingers remained interlocked throughout the night, Coltons' palm was on her hip while her palm was over his. His other arm was still wrapped tightly around her waist.

Colton trailed his lips up Amelias' neck till he was at her ear, whispering in his rough morning voice, "Good morning, Lia." Amelia bit her lip lightly as she heard his voice near her ear, his warm breath sending shivers down her body. She hummed in response as she closed her eyes once again, nuzzling her face into the pillow.

"You have to wake up, Lia," Colton said softly, still trailing kisses along her neck and shoulder, "we have to meet the shop owner to get the DVD of the security footage soon." The shop owner said that it would be a day before he would be able to get a DVD burned of the footage, only because his camera may be updated but the software wasn't. It was definitely an old system that thankfully still worked, it would just take longer than an updated system would.

Amelia whined back in her throat, "5 more minutes." She mumbled as she pulled the comforter up higher with her free hand. Colton chuckled before pulling away from her and climbing out of bed. Amelia pouted as she now felt cold without him close to her, becoming worse when Colton pulled the comforter off of her.

"Colton," She groaned and rolled onto her back, "I was comfortable." Jutting her lips out in a pout, she opened her eyes to see Colton smiling down at her from beside the bed, arms crossed over his bare chest.

"I know that, but come on," He said, reaching down to grab her arm and pull her towards the edge of the bed, "you can come back and sleep more later." He pulled her into sit a sitting position on the edge of the bed and let her arm go, only for her to flop back down on her back lazily.

"Amelia," Colton groaned and threw his head back, "you have to get ready."

Amelia whined in her throat again, stretching her arms over head, "And if I don't wanna?" The shirt she was wearing trailed upwards as she stretched, exposing her thighs as well as her black lace panties.

Coltons' jaw ticked as he stared down at her, fighting to keep his eyes on her face. Amelia smirked at his expression.

"I'm not saying you don't look gorgeous like this," He said, leaning down over her, his hands set on other side of her face, "but I don't think that a 50 year old man who owns an antique shop would like to see  young woman outside his store in nothing but an oversized gray shirt and a pair of sexy lace panties." His breath hit Amelias' face as he spoke, leaning down closely to her face.

"Really?" Amelia said with an amused smirk, "Because I think I look like his type. He might enjoy it." She teased and enjoyed the way Coltons' jaw clenched as he tried to keep the smirk on his face, biting down on his tongue. It was obvious she was getting to him, and she loved it.

"I don't think his wife would enjoy it very much though," He countered, leaning down closer to her face, "and I want to be the only one to see you like this, babe."

"Hmm, 'babe'" she quirked an eyebrow at him and smirked teasingly, "I'll let you know when you can start calling me that." Reaching up pat his cheek teasingly, she maneuvered her way out from beneath him and made her way to her bag to get clothes, leaving Colton still leaning over the bed looking at her over her shoulder with an amused shocked expression.

"Go get ready." Amelia told him as she held her clothes in her hand and walked towards the bathroom. She heard Colton chuckle from behind her.

"That was wrong." Colton told her as he leaned against the doorframe to the bathroom, looking at her with a lopsided smile.