“Stop what?”Connor stood to his full height holding a white paper bag.
“Nothing.”Aspen gave her forehead a smack to provide an instant dose of reality.
“Uh, why I really came by today was to say sorry for the other night,” Connor stumbled over his words, clutching the paper bag so tight Aspen feared the hidden contents might burst under his granite-hard grip.“Dinner didn’t turn out like I planned.At all.And, uh, I just want to give you this.”
Suddenly uncertain, he thrust the bag at Aspen so quickly she had to fumble to keep it from dropping to the floor.
“What’s this?”
When Connor didn’t respond, Aspen carefully opened the package and spied several tubes of edible cake glitter and other fancy cupcake toppers in a variety of gorgeous colors and styles.
“Like I said, our dinner wasn’t what it should have been.”
“These are amazing, Connor,” her eyes zipped upward to capture his anxious gaze.“You didn’t have to do this.”
“I did,” he said simply.
At his touch, Aspen’s insides were as sugary as the gourmet glitter and cupcake confections he bought for her.
Chapter 11—Wolfe
Even covered in water, Aspen was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.
Spying those rogue crimson ringlets that escaped the bun-thingy that held her hair more securely than the walls of a prison, Wolfe couldn’t help but feel mesmerized by her beauty.Even sopping wet, hell, maybe because she was soaked to the bone, he was drawn to her with a power he couldn’t seem to reconcile.In her soaked state, her complexion was creamier, her freckles more pronounced, her tits plastered so tightly against the wet t-shirt he could see the flowery-lace design of her bra.
He was fucked.As he absorbed her otherworldly sexiness, the confident tough guy he portrayed to the world evaporated and he found himself tongue-tied.All he could do was hold her hands covering the bottles filled with cupcake sugars he’d purchased from Amazon.
“I did,” he repeated, and to emphasize his point, Wolfe squeezed her hand as it held the bottles filled with baking glitter he’d thrown in a paper bag before heading to her shop.
He could see a slight blush tint her perfect cheeks as she ducked her head.
“Well, if you’re not going to accept any form of payment, how are we going to settle up with your latest contributions to the bakery, which were heroic, by the way.”
“I don’t know about being a hero, but being in the right place at the right time sure came in handy.”
He kept his hand closed around Aspen’s dainty fingers.The feel of her cooled skin beneath his own drove a ridiculous desire to warm all of her parts.He could envision sliding his hands under her wet t-shirt to expose the expanse of alabaster skin on which his eyes would feast.He pictured her against the charcoal-colored sheets of his bed, his fingertips tracing every single sexy curve with a kiss to follow in its wake.