Breathing heavily, and still connected, Connor leaned down and captured Aspen’s lips in a scorching kiss.
“You’re amazing, Connor.”
“You’reamazing, BB.”Be right back,” Connor carefully rolled away from Aspen and left the couch.
Sated from the most intense orgasms of her life, Aspen’s eyelids slid closed, suddenly having no strength to hold them open.
A few minutes, or possibly hours, later, the most comforting feeling surrounded Aspen.Once again bracketed in his ink-covered arms, she felt puffs of his breath sweep across her cheek.She lingered in the blissful world of semi-consciousness to savor his hold, his strength radiated from his entire body, just before sleep drew her back into its depths.
Home was the last thought that played in her mind and brought a smile to her lips.
Then...nothing.
Chapter 17—Wolfe
Wolfe inhaled deeplythrough his nose, and recognized the flowery scent that was synonymous with Aspen’s skin.He felt himself smile at the thought of her.
He rolled to his side and nearly tumbled to the floor, but luckily caught himself before sliding off the cushions of the couch.
With the quick movement, he instantly recognized the pain in his neck and radiating down his arm was due to the fact he fell asleep on the couch.
Correction: he fell asleep on the couch with BB after the best sex of his life.Even if it was on a living room sofa like some randy teenager scoring with his crush.
Last night was such a different landscape for him.Wolfe’s very orchestrated hook-ups involved women who knew the score.Completely.It always involved him visiting their places with little fanfare leading up to instant foreplay and mutual, often multiple, orgasms.He’d then leave the beauty in her bed and head back to his own place where he could find sleep.
What happened with BB last night was as unique as a goalie scoring during five-on-five hockey.He and this sassy girl joked.They had conversation.They fucked.
When he returned from tossing the condom, he found BB sound asleep on the couch.In every other situation, Wolfe would have dressed and returned to his own home, but he didn’t last night.
Instead, for reasons he couldn’t begin to understand, he climbed back onto the couch pulling BB tight against his chest.Crushed together, Wolfe quickly found his own slumber.
What in the hell was wrong with him?Wolfe found himself so far outside of his comfort zone.He didn’t know how to navigate the overwhelming feeling of his need to protect her, to consume her.
His body craved to tell her his deepest secrets, but to what end?Wolfe had no clue, he just knew that he wanted to be near her, be with her.
Only right now Aspen wasn’t pressed against him, nor was she even in the apartment by the sounds of silence that filled the space.
