“Yes, BB,” he said with a tone of command in his voice.“You have no idea how I loathe idle time.Outside of being on the ice, construction projects, big and small, fill me.They help me—”
“Help you what?”
Forget.Outrun grief and guilt.Be close to you.
Wolfe was so close to saying it all.
“Help me pass the time until the season starts and we complete our quest to win the Cup,” Wolfe lied.
He swore he could see a flicker of disappointment skitter across her moss-colored eyes.
“Well, it’s hard for me tonotfeel like I owe you for...everything.”
“And yet, I’m a professional athlete who—not to sound like a douche—has enough money to not bat an eye at helping out a friend.”
“And I’m your friend, Connor?”
Was she challenging him?
The reality was he wanted to add lover to the list and jump her gorgeous fucking bones on the spot, but he knew slow and steady were the order of the day.
“I’ll be anything you need me to be, BB.”
To emphasize his point, Wolfe trailed his calloused hands from her face, across her shoulders covered in the wet cotton material to her hands.He then slowly dragged her hands to his face and kissed her fingers while holding her gaze.
“I’ll be right back,” Aspen squeaked and retreated to her room.
Wolfe watched her every step like a lovesick teen, and once again reminded himself of his kiss-his-ass personality and that he fawned over no one, let alone let a person see the real him.
A broken shell of a man who could protect no one.
It was a shame his lecture about controlling the situation didn’t connect with the drive to consume BB in every conceivable way being pulsed by his body.
Wolfe grabbed the bag of pot stickers and began working in the kitchen to prep the appetizers while BB changed.
He did a doubletake and his tongue threatened to roll out of his mouth and waterfall to the floor a-la-cartoonville when Aspen entered the kitchen several minutes later.
“Jesus, BB.You’re stunning.”
Wolfe took in her statuesque appearance, his hands frozen in the towel he’d used to check the pot stickers browning on a cookie sheet in the oven.
Actually, stunning didn’t capture her beauty.Her hair was free of the militaristic style she wore in the bakery.The coppery-reddish curls tumbled over her shoulders and down her back in a mass of thickness that urged him to wrap it around his palm and pull smartly as he rammed into her wetness from behind.
Her goddess-like hair combined with her sweet curves tucked in navy blue yoga pants and a light tee that showed just how perfect his hands would cup her tits left him in a daze.
“You working to make dinner isn’t too shabby a look on you either,” she teased.
His eyes never leaving hers, Wolfe set down the towel on the counter and took two long strides toward her so they were standing toe-to-toe.
Hypnotized, he glided his hand down one of the squiggly curls and let the silky strands pour through his fingertips.
“As I said...stunning,” he whispered, his voice rough with lust.
Lips parted, Aspen clutched his forearms like she was hanging on for dear life, as Wolfe made a slow and deliberate descent to her lips.
The chime from the oven signaling dinner was done was the equivalent of a teacher interrupting teens shimmying their good parts together during a school dance.
Aspen ducked and moved around him, grabbing his discarded towel to pull the cookie sheet from the oven.
