Page 106 of In Death, Love Survives
“It’s just a lot.”
“A lot,” he slowly repeats.
“Yes.”
“What’s a lot? Baby, you hate this house? I’ll tear it down and build us a new one. You hate the furniture? Take my credit cardand buy every single fucking new thing you want. This bed?” He suddenly stops, and a sly smile appears.
“This bed hasn’t had another pussy dripping in it. Is that what has you clamming up? I promise you, angel, this bed hasn’t been touched by another woman.”
I swallow, trying to figure out what to say.
“And it sure as fuck can be replaced if you don’t believe me.”
“Of course I believe you,” I rush out.
“Good. But this bed isn’t the problem, is it?”
Wolfe walks around the bed slowly, as if I’m his prey that he’s about to devour. My heartbeat quickens as he comes closer. He’s right. I do want that.
“The problem is that you want me to tell you that I can’t wait to sink my cock into your pussy only on this bed, every goddamn day for the rest of my life.”
He stills as he finally reaches me.
“What do you say, angel? Can I fuck you in our home? In our bed. Where you belong.”
I exhale slowly as I nod yes.
“Yes, I would really like that,” I manage to get out.
Wolfe puts a hand behind my head and crushes his mouth to mine. It’s intentional and thorough by the way his tongue twists and turns inside me. It’s as if he knows that he has to do everything in his power to keep me here when these negative thoughts start to creep in. He’s exactly what I need if I’m going to try to have a relationship with anyone.
Suddenly, Wolfe’s phone starts vibrating in his pocket. He ignores it until the vibrations stop. If anything, it makes him even more eager.
The phone vibrates again.
“Wolfe,” I mumble as he still tries to kiss me at a punishing pace.
I giggle as I pull away, leaving us both slightly out of breath.
“I’m not getting it.”
“You just got back. I’m sure it’s important.”
Wolfe leans his head back and lets out a loud groan.
“See who it is.”
He pulls his cell phone out of his pocket and then looks up.
“It’s Caleb.”
“I bet it is important then,” I say with a small smile.
“He knows I’m with you right now.”
“Then it’s definitely important.”
The vibrations stop as he grips it tightly.
