Page 61 of Billionaire Unreachable: Wyatt

Oh, hell no, sheshouldand shewould.

If she was thinking about our earlier conversation, there was no way in hell I was going to let her talk herself out of giving this relationship a shot.

“What in the hell are you doing?” I questioned, no longer able to stay silent.

She startled and swung around quickly, her adorably startled face smudged with flour. “Oh, God, you scared me. I’m so sorry. Did I wake you up? I know I probably shouldn’t be making noise down here at this hour.”

I shook my head as I straightened up and walked into the kitchen. “I wasn’t asleep. And you live here, Shelby. You can go anywhere you want in this house. But it is a little different for you to be in the kitchen this late. Why are you down here?”

I hated the fact that she obviously felt more like a guest here who didn’t want to disturb a host.

“I’m baking,” she said sheepishly. “When I’m frustrated or trying to work out a problem, I bake cookies like I used to do with my Aunt Millie. I’m not a pastry chef, but the smell of cookies and the familiar actions of making them are relaxing.”

I moved closer and looked at all of the cookie sheets filled with fresh baked cookies as I drawled, “I’m assuming you have something pretty heavy on your mind. It looks like you’re making enough cookies for the entire neighborhood.”

She shrugged. “I got a little carried away. I decided to do chocolate chip.”

Shelby looked so adorably embarrassed that I wanted to ease her nervousness somehow, but I knew if I touched her right now, I was screwed. I wouldn’t be able to walk away.

I picked up a warm cookie from one of the sheets and popped half of it into my mouth.

I closed my eyes and savored the explosion of chocolate and sweetness as I chewed.

When I opened my eyes again and swallowed, Shelby was reaching into the fridge for the milk.

“I got it,” I insisted as I took the carton from her hands and reached for two glasses. “This isn’t a kitchen where you have to serve anyone. So do you want to tell me what’s on your mind?”

I put her milk beside her, but she made no move to drink it or to grab herself a cookie.

Instead, her focus seemed to be glued to the bare skin of my chest and torso as if she really liked what she was seeing.

It was probably the same lust-filled look I’d been giving her earlier, but damned if it didn’t feel good to know she felt the same way.

Her eyes flew to mine, her expression guilty as hell, like she’d just realized she was gawking at me.

She suddenly turned her attention to the last of her cookie dough and started to drop it onto a cookie sheet as she said unhappily, “I think you already know what I was thinking about.”

I popped the rest of the cookie in my mouth and swallowed it before I answered, “You said you were frustrated. I was just wondering if I could help.”

She didn’t look at me as she continued to drop cookies on the sheet. “I think you just noticed the way I was looking at you. Do you really think it helps my sexual frustration to be in the same room with you right now.”

I almost choked on my milk.

Alright,nowwe were getting somewhere. She was suffering the same way I was at the moment.

Oddly, there was no satisfaction in that knowledge.

There was just a primitive need to end that discomfort for her.

She continued, “After what happened with my ex, I had no desire to have sex with anyone. I didn’t think about it. I didn’t want it. I was perfectly happy with staying busy and burying any sexual desire that I had. Until I met you. Now it’s almost impossible for me not to think about having sex with you about a million times a day, and I don’t like it. It makes me uptight and crazy, and getting myself off doesn’t help. At all.”

I started to grin as I watched her take the cookies out of the oven and slam the oven door with more force than necessary after she put the last batch in.

Really, it wasn’t funny. I knew what that edginess was like, but Shelby was so damn cute when she was irritated that I couldn’t stop myself from being a little amused. “Do you honestly think that I don’t feel the same way?” I asked her. “That I haven’t jacked off thinking about you, too? Say the word, Shelby, and I’ll put both of us out of our misery.”

There was crazy sexual chemistry between the two of us.

If nothing else, I could fix that issue, at least for a while.

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