Page 85 of Getting Wrapped Up

Sometimes it was good to be him.

He started the truck, then stretched his arm out toward her. “Come here.”

She slid across the seat and under his arm.

But she brought the box of chocolate-covered cherries he’d had on the seat with her.

“These are for me?”

He put the truck into drive. “Forusnow,” he told her. “I’ve been imagining you covered in chocolate for a long time. I bought them today and was going to overnight them to you in DC. Then I was going to ask you to Skype me.”

“Sex Skyping?” She slid a finger under the fold of the cellophane covering the box and tore it off. She opened the box and selected a cherry.

“Of course.”

“With these as some kind of prop?”

“You’ve got it.”

They were dome-shaped chocolates, containing a cherry surrounded by a sweet syrup.

He’d bought the candy with every intention of showing up on her doorstep—or in front of her hotel room door in DC—with the traditional flowers, chocolates and sweet, sappy card. But when he’d found himself scouting jewelry stores in DC that specialized in engagement rings, he knew he was letting the holiday go to his head.

He was in love, for the first time in his life, and all of the hearts and lovey-dovey stuff around town over the past two weeks were getting to him. He was thinking of diamond rings and how great the community center would look decked out for a wedding reception.

He needed to slow the hell down.

Which was why he’d decided to not show up in DC. He was rushing. It was an easy thing to do for a man who had never had to deal with negative consequences—what he didn’t let just roll off of his back, his money or his father or his grandfather could fix.

It was true that he was reckless. It was also true that he did whatever he wanted and whatever felt good. And he knew that not everyone lived that way—that not everyonecouldlive that way.

But life-long habits were hard to break. Especially when he wanted something as much as he wanted Kate.

He wanted to propose. He wanted to move to San Francisco. He wanted to be with her every day and every night. He wanted to shower her with gifts and love. He wanted to grow old with her and take care of her and be the reason for her happiness.

But he wantedherto want all of that. To trust it.

Which meant he couldn’t move to San Francisco until she asked him to.

That didn’t mean he couldn’t buy a house and have it fully furnished, of course. Or that he couldn’t talk with his father about business opportunities in northern California. Or that he didn’t already have the diamond picked out.

But she had to be the one to initiate the conversation about him moving to be with her.

And for her to ask that, she had to remember that she was madly in love with him.

Which meant he had to keep her physically connected and overwhelmed by him.

“Kate.”

She looked at him and ran her tongue over the top of the chocolate she held. “Yes?” she asked with a fake innocence he found incredibly adorable.

“Unzip me.”

Her eyes widened and her mouth curled up on one corner.

He knew his demanding nature when it came to sex turned her on. That also worked out well, considering his demanding nature was very…natural for him.

She held the chocolate with only her lips as she leaned in and undid the button on his jeans, then eased the zipper down. Slowly. Dragging her knuckles over the rigid length of his cock as she did it.

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