Seeing her blush madly at her own words turned him on even more, which helped seal the deal for the impromptu celebratory dinner invite.
He’d tried to keep his distance after the spoils he collected upon solving theWheel of Fortunepuzzle.He was a bit flummoxed at the fact she’d crashed—hard—upon his return from clearing the dishes.Wolfe had hoped that they could escalate the contact to something beyond mild petting on the couch to sating their desires completely on her bed in a sea of pillows.
His ego took a bit of a hit when he returned amped and ready to go just to find her snoozing.He knew with a few nibbles here and targeted licks there, he could quickly return her to the game, but seeing BB’s delicate arms clutching the pillow to her chest, he knew he was destined to finish himself off at home.
Alone.Again.
He hadn’t called any of the go-to businesswomen he normally connected with at these times, but didn’t read too much into it.Nor did he read too much into the fact that he couldn’t keep his mind off of the boss baker with blazing red hair who wore the weight of the world on her shoulders and worked far too many hours.
As much as he wanted to push his cock deep inside of her and feel the silken skin of her long legs wrapped around his lower back as he drove them both to wicked release, he knew he had just as much shit on his own mind as she did at the moment.
So, he’d resigned himself to offering her some relief through his handyman efforts.
The dinner invite?That came out of left field but he didn’t regret asking.In fact, there was a kernel of something very foreign to him—joy—percolating, threatening to tap against his carefully crafted shell of indifference he’d built over the past couple of decades.
He’d best remind himself that his sole focus was keeping the past firmly where it belonged and winning the Cup in his immediate future.The smoking-hot boss baker was in his orbit, but he could keep her at arm’s length while providing her the help he longed to deliver without getting too attached.Otherwise, he’d be fucked.
***
HE WAS FUCKED.
His inner pep-talk about the lane in which he was supposed to stay completely evaporated when BB re-entered the bakery donning a long, collared green t-shirt dress that matched her moss-green colored eyes to perfection.He supposed the shirt could be considered a dress as it hit just above her knees and hugged her lithe frame in all the right places.The outfit gave him a tantalizing glimpse of her perfect rack and narrow waist that he knew his hands could easily span.
She wore her hair down.He was certain the mane sported natural curls, and the strands down her back in thick, curly-Q waves caused a visceral reaction deep in his gut.
Visions of them spending a lazy day in bed, her naked body draped over his, and Wolfe coursing his fingers through her goddess-like tresses became his sole focus.
Mineexploded in his brain.
“You look stunning, BB,” Wolfe grumbled, his voice sounding foreign.
“I wouldn’t go that far, Connor,” she said with a smirk.“Besides, I’ve never seen anyone rock a Def Leppard tee as well as you.
They made their way outside of her shop to his truck that was parked about a half a block up the street.
His truck.Damn, he should have brought the Jag today since he wasn’t doing too much around the shop in her absence.
Quit being a pussy and second guessing yourself.
“Is this your truck?”Aspen asked Wolfe as he opened the door and it groaned offering its own welcome.
“Yeah.Not what you expected?”he replied, challenging her, but extremely interested in her response.
“Honestly, I never know what to expect with you, Connor,” she said with a smile, which quickly dropped.
Wolfe could tell she was working overtime, twisting and turning, trying to figure out a way to enter the cab of his truck.She certainly did not want to be flashing the world a-la-pre-Duchess Kate at a British club the night the paparazzi were privy to a view of her panties as she slid into the backseat of a waiting car.
“Let me help, BB.”
Without preamble, Wolfe wrapped his hands around BB’s waist—and hot damn, his fingertips nearly touched behind her back—and lifted her to set her ass on the bucket seat.And because he wanted an answer to another question, he glided his palms down her bare—and you guessed it, silky-smooth legs—to swing the rest of her body into the truck before slamming the door.
So much for the fucking pep talk to keep his distance from her.
“You’ve got a nice truck,” she said touching the metal stripping over the glovebox as he eased into traffic.“It suits you and the construction vibe you rock.”
“Construction is the only thing you know since you haven’t seen the hockey vibe I rock.”
“When does your season actually start?”
