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Oh, God, was I, but I didn’t give a shit about the steaks. We didn’t kiss out there on the street, but his hand on my back helping me into his truck was enough. When he got in on the other side, he asked, “Is it warm enough for you in here?”

My body was on overdrive, and I was plenty hot…but I just said, “It’s great.”

We chatted off and on about an idea he had for one of our songs, but my brain wasn’t fully engaged in the conversation. Ikept wondering if this was really happening or if I’d just allowed myself to be fooled once again.

Soon, we were at his house and this time I decided to stay in the truck until he opened my door for me, because that seemed to matter to him. When he did and I started to step out, he placed his hands on my hips and eased me out. By the time my boots were on the concrete, my body was touching his. I could see my desire reflected in his eyes and as his pupils widened, I pressed my lips into his, opening my mouth to clash my tongue into his, what I hoped would be a preview for later.

He didn’t hold back, and the way his lips crushed into mine caused my body to rev up all the more. When the kiss ended, he drew in a deep breath. I asked, “Can dinner wait?”

His eyes bored into mine until he finally said, “Everything can wait. We go at your pace tonight. You’re in charge.”

Implicit in his statement was that we also got to do what I wanted, so I thought of it as Wolf’s early Christmas present to me. But I didn’t want my first time with Wolf to be in his truck or the garage, even though it was warm enough in that space.

I cocked an eyebrow, feeling playful, and said, “Then why don’t you give me a tour of the place first?”

“You’ve seen most of my house, haven’t you?”

“Most…but notall.” There was one room in particular I hadn’t seen—and we both knew it.

“Your wish is my command.” He took me by the hand and led me into the kitchen from the garage and, once we’d made it into the large space that the dining room and living room shared, he asked, “Can I take your coat?”

“Yes, please.” Before I could take it off, he moved behind me and gently pulled it off my shoulders. Something about the way he did it felt like he was already undressing me.

“Jesus Christ.”

“What?”

“You look fucking amazing.” Whether he knew it or not, I got a little shot of dopamine in my brain, rewarding me for spending so damn much time getting ready.Worth it.After he hung both our coats on the rack, he asked, “What exactly would you like me to show you?”

“There are one or two rooms I know I haven’t seen. That’s what I want to check out.”

Could I make it any more obvious?

“You’re right. Let’s go.”

He took my hand, leading me through the living room into the hallway. “You’ve seen the bathroom and the extra bedroom.”

“Not much of a bedroom.”

He grinned. “I think it works better for music.” Taking a right turn, he said, “Over here is my bedroom.” After he turned the light on, I stepped in, but before I had a chance to look the place over, he said, “There’s a bathroom over there.” I shifted my eyes, spying the door next to the closet.

But then I looked at the bed, the place I wanted to see more than anywhere else. It was way bigger than mine—I guessed a queen—and it had a plain gray comforter on top. What impressed me the most was that his bed was made.

Had he done that for me? Probably not.

Both sides had nightstands, but on the right side where there was a window covered with filmy white curtains, there was a digital clock and a couple of books.

The books and clock I suspected Wolf had chosen. The curtains, though…there was a feminine touch there. Maybe one of his exes? Even the color scheme of subtle light blues and grays and whites, although Wolf seemed comfortable there, didn’t feel like his doing.

Really, though, the room was clean—but almost bare. Aside from a dresser with nothing on it, the space was empty.

Like Wolf did nothing but sleep in there.

Still, I could feel his presence in that space, and that made me happy.

“Very nice.”

“Was there any place else in the house you wanted to see? Maybe the basement?”

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