Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 99399 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99399 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Didn’t matter. I had, and now I was hooked.
As the effects of my orgasm faded enough for me to return to him, I pressed kisses all over his face and neck, murmuring praise for how well he did, how good he felt, and how I wanted to do that again as soon as fucking possible.
The corner of his lip turned up in a lazy smile. “Yeah.”
After a few moments, my softening cock slipped out of him, and I reluctantly stood to grab something to clean us both up. Wolfe’s cheeks darkened as I wiped him down, taking a little satisfaction at how far up his chest he’d managed to come. The memory of him as he’d arched beneath me, his head thrown back and mouth open, made my dick want to rally.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to his sternum before turning around to toss the cloth into his tiny shower.
“You don’t have to say that stuff.” Wolfe’s voice had lost its breathless quality.
I turned back around to see him looking anywhere but at me.
“Scoot over.” I crawled onto the bed next to him and pulled the covers over us. Then I leaned on my side, facing him, propped up on one elbow. “Have you ever known me to be a liar?”
Wolfe’s forehead crinkled. “No. Of course not. I just meant… you know.”
I shook my head. “I don’t.”
“You might… say things. In the heat of the moment. To a… a sex partner.” He kept his gaze on the darkened ceiling of the van, like something there fascinated him. “Especially if you thought they needed… coddling, or babying, or whatever. I’m telling you I don’t need that. I know how hookups work.”
I let out an involuntary laugh. The idea that I’d have chosen him for a convenient, casual fuck, as nothing but a sex partner, was beyond ridiculous.
When I realized Wolfe wasn’t laughing, I sobered quickly.
There were a lot of things in Wolfe’s past that had contributed to his insecurity. All that bullshit at Thornton. The repercussions of his father’s fame. His own empathetic nature.
But some of his scars were ones I’d put there. By rejecting him years ago, even if it had been the right thing for both of us. By staying away as long as I had because I’d doubted my own resolve. By telling him he didn’t know his own mind when he’d kissed me in February.
“Okay, let’s talk about this,” I said. “First, telling you you’re beautiful isn’t coddling, Wolfe Marian. It’s nothing more or less than the goddamn truth. And I knew it as an objective fact long before I let myself acknowledge how attractive you are to me.” I trailed a finger down the center of his chest. “Which, for the record, wasn’t recently.”
His eyes came to mine, and he blinked at me through the darkness. “Wait, really?”
Fuck, this man did things to me.
“Very really.” I brushed a messy lock of hair from where it had been tangled in his eyebrow. “And why can’t I coddle you a little? Have you always thought your sex partners—” I used his words deliberately, but they came out in a growl. “—were babying you when they treated you with the care and consideration you deserve?” I ran a thumb over his bottom lip and asked pointedly. “Or is it just me?”
Wolfe thought about it a second, then let out a shaky breath. “Fuck. I’m starting to think you’re not the only one with an issue about our age difference.”
I smiled. “Uh-huh.”
“Shut up.” He poked the center of my chest. “You had the issue first. And worse. So.”
I grabbed his poking finger and pulled it up to press a kiss on the tip before pulling it into my mouth to suck. Wolfe’s eyes darkened, and he let out a murmured curse.
When I’d finally had enough, I pulled his finger out and leaned in to kiss his mouth. The noise of surrender he made when I moved my weight on top of him was the only invitation I needed to deepen the kiss.
We made out like that for several minutes until I pulled away and met his eyes again. They were glassy and fucked out, way too loopy to have any more concerns about our age difference or anything else.
“Will you let me stay here with you tonight?” I asked softly, not wanting to send him retreating into insecurity again. “I want to hold you while we sleep. Then I want to make you breakfast and spend the day with you.”
His eyes widened. “Really?”
I shrugged. “You did say we needed to go over family business, so…”
“Ugh.” Wolfe’s eyes closed, obviously remembering the white lie he’d told Jake. “Sorry I used you as an excuse. I just—”
“Hey.” I shifted some of my weight off him but kept running my fingers through his dark hair. “I’ve told you before, you can use me as an excuse anytime.”