Page 33 of Wilde In His Arms

“I’ve got a surprise interview with someone connected to my case, then I’m going to work on packing up my place.”

“Are you excited about your new house?”She still couldn’t believe he was moving to Wyoming.She tried not to be too excited, but the anticipation grew each day.So did her need for him.She desperately wanted him in her arms and bed.

She restlessly pressed her thighs together and shifted, trying to ease the need building inside her.

“I’d be more excited if you were moving in with me.”He sounded hesitant.

Are we ready to move in together?

“Don’t get ahead of yourself.”Was she saying that to him, or herself?Because she really wanted to dive into the deep end with him, but her cautious heart also told her to take it slow and see if they were compatible enough to live together.

“You love a good plan.This is mine for us.So tell me, did you likeourhouse?Anything you want to change in it?”

Was he serious?“I don’t know.”

He’d obviously chosen the house because it was similar to the townhouse she used to rent and loved.“Come on.Play along.Tell me.I want you to be happy there.”

She hesitated for a moment, then went for it.“I love that the house is on two acres of land.We should plant a garden.I love that we’re not right up on a nosy neighbor, and that the kitchen has already been updated, and there’s enough rooms that you can turn one into an office.I don’t love the beige-y yellow they painted the interior.”

“Me either.I think we should go with white walls, or maybe a really pale blue, like you had in your townhouse before you moved into the apartment above the bar.It’s your favorite color.”

“How do you know that?”

“You told me the first night we were together at your place.”

“And you remember that?”

“I remember everything you tell me.”

Her heart melted.“Nick.”

“Stop saying my name like that.It gets my dick excited and I’ve been hard since the second you picked up the phone and I heard your sweet voice.”

She giggled.“Sorry, not sorry.”

“It’s not funny.And I’m going to make you pay with lots of orgasms when I finally get to see you again.”

“So you’re going to punish me with a good time?I’m in.”She laughed, smiling the whole time.

He growled.“Seriously, sweetheart, stop flirting with me.The situation is dire here.”

“So take out that big cock and stroke it.Pretend it’s my hand on you, fisting you hard, pumping up and down, my palm stroking the head the way you like it.”

His breath went ragged and she knew he’d done exactly what she’d asked.

“That’s it, baby, you like my hand on you.You love it when my hand is sliding up and down your shaft.”

“Fuck, baby, yes.”

“That’s it.And I can feel how much you want me.While I’m jacking you off, you’re kissing me like you can’t get enough.”

“I want more.Always wa-want more.”

“Yeah, so your hand’s in my panties and I’m so wet, I’m dripping down your fingers.”

“Fuck, yes.And I pump two fingers deep inside that wet pussy.”

She slipped her hand between her legs, rubbed her fingers over her wet seam, then sank two fingers deep.“Yes.You feel so good, baby.And I’m riding your hand.”

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