Page 108 of Lemon Crush

“Did you sayIwas being ridiculous?” But his tone was softer and there was a small smile curving his lips. “What is it you want to be honest about?”

“Honestly? I’d likeyouto hold it and tell me what’s going on with you. You’ve been distant all day. Will you tell me what’s wrong, Wade? If you’re ready for things to be over between us, just tell me. I can take it.”

Saying it made my throat tighten, because I didn’t actually think I could take it. But I still needed to know.

He stepped forward and wrapped his wide hand over the bottle. Over mine. “Hell no, I’m nowhere near ready for that.”

Thank goodness.

“I’m having a bad day, that’s all. I was on the phone with Yvonne?—”

“Is she okay?” I asked anxiously.

“She’s fine. A few things happened today that rubbed me the wrong way and…well, I guess I liked having you all to myself, and things are getting in the way of that now. Your friend visiting. This race.”

I liked having him to myself too. “What rubbed you the wrong way?”

“It’s got nothing to do with us.” He blew out a breath and looked down at the water bottle thoughtfully. “That’s not true. Morgan knows about us now. She handled it fine. I think she was more surprised I said no to the house she found me.”

“She found you ahouse?” Yes, I had a second of freaking out that my sister knew I was sleeping with Wade, but it was the other news that put all my nerves on high alert. If Morgan had set out tofind Wade a house, it was probably exactly what he was looking for and at half the price. It would be too good for him to turn down or she wouldn’t have shown it to him, and I wasn’t ready for him to leave yet.

“I didn’t want to talk about that right now. How is this bottle working?” Wade asked before taking the water out of my hand and setting it to the side as if it actually had magical powers. “Look, she showed me some pictures and it wasn’t the right fit. Simple as that. The search continues.”

I tried not to look too relieved or feel too skeptical. It wasn’t the right fit? Was Morgan slipping? “Is there anything else?”

Instead of answering, he picked me up, turned and set me onto the desk, knocking the water onto the floor with my hip.

“Is this your way of changing the subject?” I asked when he wrapped my legs around him and stepped all the way into my space. “Do you not remember that most of the people we know are here and aware that we’ve gone missing?”

“You already made the deal. The guys will be too busy celebrating to care.”

He was dreaming. They’d care. Though I had no doubt Chick and Bernie would cover for us.

“It was a shitty day and I need a few minutes with you,” he admitted quietly, focusing his gaze on the finger tracing the underside of my breast until I groaned. “Finding time alone is about to become a daily issue.”

“We’ll make the time. And you did ask me to work here and then let your sister hire me to workmore, so if you want to start pointing fingers about scheduling problems…” I tapped mine into the solid wall of his chest.

“Don’t remind me.” He leaned in, his breath hot on my neck, and the now-familiar desire gripped me tight enough to leave me gasping.

How did he do this? Pull at my heart strings with pictures inhis wallet and then turn me mindless and sex starved with a single touch?

“We’ll make the time,” I repeated, tightening my legs around him and looking in his eyes.

“I have an idea on that score. I’m calling it the bed caveat.”

“Not you too.”

“Caveat. Caveat. I’ve said it three times so that makes it true.”

I laughed. “And what exactly does this idea entail, Wade?”

“You agree that I’m in your bed or you’re in mine every night.” His tone said he would accept no arguments. “It doesn’t matter if we’re too tired to do more than sleep, or we don’t see each other for the rest of the day. That’s the deal until we’re done. I live in the apartment, but I sleep beside you. I like falling asleep with you in my arms.”

Did swoons have a sound? Because I think I made one when he kissed me, his mouth ravaging mine while his hips pressed between my thighs. I wanted our clothes off. I wanted to be at home in bed with him right now instead of making out in an office, with only a thin door to shield us from the crowded bar.

I managed to turn my head and break our kiss. “Every night? That’s…” I panted when he thrust a little harder against me. “That’s big.”

“You keep saying that.” He had a wicked twinkle in his eye. “It’s good for my ego. Now say yes and I’ll make it worth your while.”

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