He sure as hell didn’t sound sorry. “Right.” I pushed open the door.
“I could always come in there and give you a shower massage.”
And there was no doubt in my mind where that would lead. He’d already given me a bed massage this morning and I didn’t think my body could take many more of his ministrations. “You stay away from me or we’re both gonna be late for work. And I’ll probably end up in the hospital.”
Laughing, he sat up and reached for his jeans. “Can’t tell me it wouldn’t be worth it.”
Oh, it would be worth it. I had no idea sex could be so amazing. The things that man could do with his tongue… “Not today, Satan.”
He only laughed harder. “Fine. I’ll wake Trent up and get some breakfast in him.”
My heart stuttered, as it always did when Wasp took care of my kid. The man was just too good to be true. “Thank you.”
“Yeah, no problem.” He lumbered out of the bedroom, looking a little stiff and sore himself, and I hurried into the bathroom to rush through a quick shower.
“I didn’t have any nightmares,” Trent announced when I joined him at the little bar separating Wasp’s kitchen from his living room. He was happily munching on a slice of crispy bacon, with a plate of eggs on the bar in front of him.
Wasp had made breakfast. Could the man get any better?
“Of course, you didn’t.” Wasp mussed up Trent’s hair. “Nothing can get you here, T-man. Not even bad dreams. You’ll always be safe with me, kid.” He looked up at me, his gaze so intense I felt the last of my walls crumble. “You both will.”
My heart was squeezing so hard I couldn’t form a response, so I nabbed a slice of bacon and took a bite to keep my mouth busy.
Wasp went in with me to drop Trent off at school, and I swear the receptionist’s mouth practically fell off her face.
“Morning Heather,” I said, signing my kid in.
Her jaw snapped shut. “Uh… Carly. Hi.”
Heather was a total bitch who always accepted my payments like they were foodstamps. I swear, she got off on calling me for every little thing Trent did wrong. Seeing her so flustered made my morning so I laced my fingers in Wasp’s, and together we walked Trent to his classroom.
As we rounded the corner, Wasp gave a low chuckle. “You gonna start markin’ your territory, dove?”
I arched an eyebrow at him. “Do I need to?”
The hungry look he gave me said a whole lot more than the slight shake of his head. “It might be kinda hot, though.”
Wasp opened Trent’s door for me and we went through. Trent, who was normally so eager to play with his friends I had to hold him back to give him a goodbye kiss, hung back, clinging to Wasp’s leg.
Wasp kneeled and wrapped an arm around my kid. “You okay, buddy?” he asked.
“I want to stay with you,” Trent replied.
“I want that too, T-man, but I gotta get to work. So does your mom. I had fun hanging out with you last night though, and I promise we’ll do it again real soon, okay?”
“When?”
Wasp looked to me. “Well, your mom has to work tonight, and I have something going on Wednesday night, but how about we plan to get together this weekend?”
“What will we do?”
This could take forever if I didn’t step in. “Trent, Wasp and I gotta go or we’re gonna be late. Tell him goodbye and go play with your friends.”
“I’ll make plans for this weekend and call you and let you know,” Wasp replied. “And I want you to promise you’ll call me if you need me.”
“But I don’t have a phone,” Trent replied.
“That’s okay. You can use any phone to call me. Even your mom’s. Here, let me give you my number.” Wasp approached the teacher (who’d been watching the entire exchange) and got a post-it and a pen. He scrawled down his digits and handed the post-it to Trent. “Can you read this?”
