Page 70 of Forever Wild
I wait because I’m hoping she’ll tell me everything. I want to know every last detail about her.
“I bounced around a lot as a kid. Mom and I moved a few times, then twice with Ty, again in college…” She trails off. “Making a space feel like home is harder when it’s unfamiliar.”
My chest tightens at her admission, but I don’t dare speak for fear of stopping her from continuing.
“There’s something really comforting about making a place feel like it’s an extension of you. It doesn’t have to be extravagant or expensive; it just needs to be well thought out and customized. A house should feel like a home and that means different things for different people.”
“And you want to give that to them?”
“Mostly I just enjoy doing it for myself, but that doesn’t pay as well.”
I’m lost in my thoughts with her watching me.
“What?” she asks.
“I was just wondering about my place.”
“It’s very well decorated,” she answers.
“It should be. I paid a fortune for the artwork and furniture.”
She giggles and the sound seeps into my pores.
“It feels very you. Masculine and rich but somehow cozy.”
“I’m cozy?” I arch a brow in question.
“You can be.” She leans into me. “Like right now. All sweet and cuddly.”
I let out a low growl. I’m not sure anyone has ever accused me of being sweet or cuddly, but I’m finding I’m a lot of different things with her.
Everly giggles again and I drop a hand to her thigh, then squeeze. I lean down to whisper in her ear, “Keep giggling like that, temptress. It makes me that much more excited to fill your mouth with something else later.”
She takes a sharp inhale of breath and then a flush creeps down her neck. “I think asking you to come here was a mistake.”
“Why?” I ask, pulling back slightly. I know I can be an overbearing asshole. Maybe she wants to spend the night with her friends instead of me hogging all her attention. I came downstairs with her but I’m still stealing her attention.
“Because I can’t concentrate on anything else. Everyone is talking and all I can think about is whether or not you have my panties in your pocket.”
I shift so she can reach in and check, which she does.
“Want them back?” I make like I’m going to reach in for them, but she stops me.
“No. They’d just be getting soaked again.” Her gaze drops to my mouth. She brings a hand up to my jaw, then drags the back of her fingers over my lips.
The meaning of her words finally drifts past the lust fog clouding my brain.
“Soaked for me again, huh?”
She nods, then moves her hand to the back of my neck. I like the way she touches me. Explorative and reverent and out in the open for everyone to see.
That last part should probably concern me, but I’m too wrapped up in her to care who knows. At least right this minute.
“Do you want to go back upstairs?”
“What about your friends?”
“They won’t miss me.”
