“I did,” he says, taking another sip of his coffee. “Gus’s pancakes aren’t great.”
I huff a laugh as I cut into them, noting they’re not very fluffy.
“I’ll make them next time,” I say.
“I’d like that.”
I eat, feeling the heat of his stare as I do. I look up now and then to smile, and he just keeps watching me.
“I was wrong about you,” he says carefully.
“What do you mean?”
Shaking his head, he leans back in his chair. “I guess I thought you were going to make everything worse for us, but…” He shrugs. “It was the opposite.”
“I didn’t really do anything.”
“You did everything,” he says. “And I was hoping that after breakfast, you’d let me thank you.”
“Thank me? That’s not necessary.”
“Oh, but I’d really enjoy it,” he says, his tone full of innuendo.
My cheeks burn and I focus on my food, knowing what he’s getting at and not sure how to respond to it. Everything with Gus and Rhett just happened… either naturally or because of alcohol. We didn’t talk about it, didn’t plan it. This makes me feel much more vulnerable. I’m not used to dirty talk or talking about sex at all… especially like this. So casually.
I take my last bite of food, and Wade is already taking my plate and putting it into the sink. I finish my coffee and stand to bring it to the sink. His arm comes around my waist once it’s out of my hand.
“You can say no,” he says. “I’d understand.”
“No,” I say. “I mean, I don’t want to say no.”
“So, it’s a yes.”
“It’s just… not necessary.”
“Of course it’s not necessary.” He lowers his voice. “But I’d be lying if I said listening to you with them hasn’t had me thinking…things.”
“You heard us?” I gasp.
“Oh, yeah. And honestly? I’d just like a chance to make you moan louder.”
“Holy cow,” I whisper, staring into his honey eyes.
“So… can I please take you upstairs and try?”
I can’t speak. All I can do is nod.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Wade
Themomentwe’reupthe stairs, I’m pulling her clothes off, eager to get at her skin. To taste it, lick it, see what makes her moan and shake. By the time she’s in the bedroom, she’s naked. I lift her up, pressing her back to the wall and kissing her neck where I suck on the skin—sweet with the slightest salty taste. She moans softly, the sound like music to my ears. I feel the heat of her pussy on my stomach, and I move her to the bed and lay her down.
I waste no time tasting her, dragging my tongue through her wetness and circling her clit. I slide a finger inside, then add another when I feel how wet she is. She rides my face slowly, and I tease different spots to see what she likes. When I feel her tensing, hear her breathing gettingquicker, part of me wants to stop to make this last longer, but I just want to feel her come undone around me.
“No, wait,” she says, pushing me off.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
