“I most certainly can,” Connor whisked her in his arms and spun her in a fanciful circle on the Denver sidewalk outside of her shop.“We should go celebrate.”
Aspen’s body tingled at their exchanges just before her phone rang, but then the pull of reality swathed her.
“I probably shouldn’t.I need to get some things done before tomorrow and work on the contract.”
“Just dinner, BB.You need to eat.”
“I can just make—”
“—don’t say pot stickers,” he teased.“Just.Dinner.I’ll get you home before you turn into a pumpkin.”
“Is that a ding on my hair?”
Connor’s eyes drifted to the mass of curls tucked firmly in her ‘baking bun’ as she referred to it.
“You must be kidding.I’d never make fun of your hair.It’s...”he swallowed before continuing and she wanted to lick along his bobbing adam’s apple.“Beautiful.And sexy.In fact, you should wear it down tonight.”
“Boys and their obsession with hair.”Aspen rolled her eyes, but secretly loved the fact he liked her fiery tresses.“You know, I didn’t say I’d go to dinner.”
“First, I’m no boy, BB,” Connor crossed his arms over his chest, the muscles flexing in their chiseled glory.“And if it means I’m an ass that I’ve thought nothing except about how I wrapped your hair around my hands the other night, then sue me.Now, go get that cute catering butt of yours upstairs and get ready for dinner.”
Oh shit, maybe the kiss was just as powerful for him, and he wasn’t looking for a friends-only approach.
Aspen thought she landed on cloud nine at being awarded the catering gig.However, his sexy, bossy words made her spike to cloud twenty.If there was such a thing.
“We’ll see about that,” was about all she could muster for sultry.Where was Mia when she needed her.
“Hair down, BB.”
“You’ll just have to wait and see, won’t you, Connor?”
Chapter 13—Wolfe
Wolfe took stock ofthe bakery while he waited for Aspen to get ready for their dinner.Their date.
He’d done minor things around the shop like changing the hinges on a handful of cabinets, the faucet debacle and, of course, the caulking of her windows.He grinned at her double entendre of the word, but wouldn’t lie that the thought of ‘cocking her stuff’ zoomed his thoughts well past kissing to that sweet little mouth of hers wrapped aroundhiscock and sucking it with gusto.