Page 16 of Wrong Number, Right Cougar

“I like you.”

“Yeah? Plenty of people like me.” It was almost as though he was goading me to say more, to reveal what was in my heart, or maybe my cock. But I hadn’t decided if this was an infatuation or something more.

“I like you, like you.”

His eyes widened, and I caught a glimpse of the darkness or maybe it was something old in his gaze.

“I really want to kiss you. And more.”

Wilder’s chest heaved, and he pursed his lips. “I don’t hate you, but I wish I did.”

How did I respond to that? Me hurling myself into his arms and face-planting on his lips.

Gods, they were so warm and soft, a huge contrast to his washboard abs and muscular arms and thighs. He tasted of coffee and something else that reminded me of Uncle’s overgrown herb garden. He grabbed my face, a hand on either side, and nibbled my bottom lip, each touch sending heat surging through my veins and engorging my cock.

“Mmmm.” I parted my lips, and he darted in, his tongue exploring my mouth before dueling with my tongue. His panting mirrored my own, and he brushed his hips against my crotch. I grabbed his butt and pulled him closer, grinding against him, wanting more than his tongue in me.

One of Wilder’s hands slipped under my shirt, gliding over my sweat-soaked skin to my nipple. He circled it and tapped the point as it hardened before tweaking it, making me groan into his mouth.

“I want you,” I mumbled, which was kinda unnecessary based on my actions.

Wilder pulled away, his eyes darker than I remembered. “You don’t know?—”

I cut him off. “I do.”

We gazed at one another, the lust in his eyes no doubt reflected in my own.

“Hello.”

Wilder hadn’t spoken, and I didn’t think I had either. But there was another, “Hello.” This time it was closer.

He jerked his head over his shoulder toward the door. Two men in uniform with clipboards and tablets were outside, one craning his neck upward, the other peering into the cabin.

“We’re the building inspectors.”

“Joe, hi. It’s Wilder. We didn’t expect you until later.”

Joe sniggered. “So I see.”

I hated Joe and his colleague. They ruined my day, maybe my life, and Wilder and I might never get back to when we were about to get naked.

Damn them!

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WILDER

Being cockblocked by the inspector had not been on my bingo card for the day. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t been worried that Thorn would change his mind about me and decide that was the extent of our relationship. But thankfully, he didn’t.

“Where were we?” The inspector hadn’t even pulled out of the driveway when he was pulling me in for a kiss.

“We are someplace where maybe it’s best to leave our clothes on.”

He froze and pulled back.

“Let’s go to my place. It’s less… dangerous.” The place was in the looking-worse-before-it-could-look-better stage. The odds of getting tetanus were as great as the odds of me knotting my mate.

“Yeah. Okay.” He closed his eyes. “Walk?”

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