Page 51 of Worlds Collide

He raises an eyebrow and smiles darkly at me. “It’ll feel bigger than it looks. And it looks pretty big,” he tells me in a mock-seductive way.

I pretend I don’t suddenly get hot under the collar or that my shorts don’t tighten. “Ha ha,” I say without humor and lean in. “Seriously though, depending on the size you could make a home theater, you could tear down a wall to make another room bigger, you could make a library, or a man-cave if you’re into that kind of thing.”

He snorts and shakes his head. “I guess the theater idea might work. There’s only one big window in there so it’d be easy to cover. And maybe four big recliners could fit in there too.”

“Oooh,” I say excitedly. “You could buy those that massage your back.”

“I have always wanted one of those chairs.”

“You should get one then.”

“But when they’re not turned on, are they even comfortable?”

“I think the level of comfort has more to do with how turned onyouare.” I leer at him and now he’s the one rolling his eyes at me.

“Whatever,” he mumbles. “I, ah—” He coughs and clears his throat. “I actually also worked on my home studio,” he tells me while looking away from me. “I’m almost done with it.”

“I’ve never been to a music studio, can I see?” I’m genuinely curious about it, but the chance to see Wolf’s house is something I can’t pass up.

“Sure.”

“Awesome, let me just pay and?—”

“Why are you paying?” he asks with an are-you-dumb look on his face.

“Because I asked if there were any good places to get breakfast and then invited you to come with me, and Rich—your bodyguard—drove us here. You can get it next time,” I say, and hope I sound as breezy as I was aiming for on that last bit.

“Okay, thanks,” he grumbles and I just smile at him and scoot over to go to the register.

“Yeah, thanks CJ,” I hear Rich call out from the booth next to ours. I wave a hand at him and just keep moving.

Now that I’m not eternally furious at Wolf, I might be persuaded into going back to where we left off in that hotel room a couple of weeks ago.

Maybe.

“Didyou put the studio in the basement?” I ask while we walk up to the front door of Wolf’s house.

“There’s no basement. I’ve always hated basements.”

“They’re creepy, aren’t they?”

“Yup,” he says and pops the p. “The studio is in the attic.” He opens the door and gestures for me to go in first. I do and then he points at the second door on the right. “That’s the office?—”

“Oooh, let’s see.” I walk right in and see it’s a pretty good-sized room. I’d say about ten by twelve feet, light hardwood floor from the looks of it. The only thing in here right now is a dark gray couch and it looks like it goes well with the one black wall and three white ones. “I think this is actually perfect for a movie room.” I look backand see Wolf looking around it with a frown. “If you want to, that is,” I amend. “I mean, if you’re not a huge fan of movies or shows, then?—”

“I am,” he says simply, and then his eyes land on me and don’t move away.

No hesitation, not even a second thought, I just launch myself at him.

And he catches me.

Less than a second after I slam my mouth to his, his tongue is pushing my lips open and sliding in expertly. He moans like he just tasted something decadent, and I shiver when his hands trail down my back to my ass.

“Shower?” he asks against my mouth.

“Yes,” I pant when I put a little space between us. “That’s a good idea.” He makes me shiver again, and all my nerve endings come alive when he slowly slides his hand up, then around my arm then back down to take my hand. He squeezes a little then takes a step back, then another and another. I follow with my eyes glued to him, up the stairs and into his bedroom. I can’t focus on anything but his gray eyes shining like beacons, but his room smells woodsy, like he does.

He starts the shower then turns back and kisses me once, quick and soft. “I’ll be right back.”

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