“Now?”
“Want to stay longer? We can skate or go to a bar?” He’s far less demanding than he normally is.
I let him stew for a moment, sipping my drink. “I’m happy to go home.”
We sit and take off our skates, and the energy between us pulses with my heart. Louder every time he gets near. He gets up to return them while I put my boots back on.
“Subway or car?” He offers his hand, pulling me into his chest.
“You hate when I call a car.” I eye him suspiciously.
“And you hate riding the subway this late at night,” he counters playfully.
“Usually, you tell me to deal with it.” I put my palms on his chest, feeling his heart rate match mine.
“Then shouldn’t you call the car and not question it?”
“Maybe we should walk back…” I say, just to see his reaction.
He growls deep in his chest but quells it quickly. “You want to walk three miles—” He exhales, lowering his voice further. “I’d love to walk back with you.” But the act doesn’t fool me. He lookslike a barely controlled animal that will eat me alive the second he gets a chance.
“So horny.” I curl my fingers into him. “I’ll call a car.”
“Not at all. We can cuddle and watch a movie. Or like I said, go to a bar, dance, stay.”
I hold up my phone, shoving him back slightly. “Called. Let’s go.”
He keeps looking at me the entire ride back. It’s not far, less than twenty minutes, but every minute felt like an hour. He put his hand on my thigh and stroked lightly over the sensitive skin there.
I glare. “I thought this wasn’t about anything.”
His fingertips dip into a hole in my jeans, making contact with bare skin. His touch is electrifying. “It’s not.”
“Then what are you doing?”
“I like touching you. Is that a crime now?”
“It’s not. I just want to know why.”
“I’ve always liked touching you, and the more I do, the more I want.”
We pull up in front of the house, both get out, and I expect it to be awkward once we get in the house, but before I can peel off my coat, he’s on me. So close I can feel the heat coming off his body.
“Should we talk about this?” he asks, tilting my jaw up with a knuckle under it.
“Do you need to talk about it?” I ask breathless, not wanting to talk, because if we do, I’ll let doubt creep back in, and tonight, I want to enjoy the fantasy.
“I know what I want.” He kisses me, but it’s not aggressive like I want; it’s as soft as he’s been all afternoon.
“What do you want?” I flick my tongue just past his lips.
“Every single part of you that you’ll let me have.”
THIRTY-TWO
WOLFE
He grabs the back of my head, kissing me hard, and I’ve never wanted to bury myself inside someone more. I strip his coat off and then grab him by the thighs, picking him up. He wraps his legs around my middle, and I strip off his shirt between frantic and needful kisses.
