“Yeah?” I ask her as I pick her up. She shudders as I press her back to the cold tile. “Why is that?”
I push into her, watching as her eyes squeeze shut and she lets out throaty moan.
“God, I missed the feel of you, Wilder,” she says.
I kiss her, ignoring the warning signs blaring in my head that if I don’t tell her about NYU—about Margot—I might lose her the same way Cash did.
But as I open my mouth to tell her everything, she kisses me, swallowing the words as I rock back into her.
I can wait a few more days.
Tonight, in this hotel room, I’m not letting anything stop me from proving to her how much I love her.
Chapter Fifteen
The Cock Blocker
Ingrid
Cash is leaning against my car when Wilder and I walk up to it, duffel bags slung over Wilder’s shoulder.
Cash looks at a pretend watch on his wrist. “We said nine, didn’t we?”
I yawn. “What time is it now?”
Wilder kept me upallnight. I think we got three hours of sleep. Tops. But it’s been so long since we’d been completely alone.
No shared room. No shared wall. No parents lurking down the hall.
We definitely took full advantage of our truce.
Honestly, Cash is lucky we made it out before noon.
“Nine-thirty,” Cash finally says,tskingus. “We have a schedule and you two are messing with it.”
Wilder winks at me as he unlocks the trunk and tosses our bags into it.
“Maybe if you hadn’t given Mrs. Winthrop our hotel room number, we might have been on time,” Wilder retorts with an eyeroll. “Instead, I had to talk Grandpa Harvey down from a proverbial ledge last night.”
“She said it was an emergency,” Cash defends himself. “I thought it was better than knocking on your hotel room door and—”
“Cock blocking me?” Wilder returns.
Cash exhales through his nose. “I thought we all decided no O’s while traveling. Remember?”
Wilder smirks. “You can’t say it, can you?”
“Say what?”
“Orgasm.”
“I’m not saying it.”
“I dare you to say orgasm, Cash.”
“No,” Cash answers, his face turning red.
“Or-gas-m,” Wilder enunciates each syllable. “See how easy it is to say it?”
