Time had healed dick for Wolfe, but how could it when each conversation was on repeat, but BB didn’t need to know that.
Wolfe needed to move past this conversation if he was going to keep his emotions tamped down and not start blubbering like a chick watching theTitanicmovie.
“You probably don’t want dessert since you bake all day, right?”
“Wrong, BB,” she switched gears from her probing and threw her wadded-up napkin at his face, which he promptly swatted away like an all-star.
“BB?That’s my name for you.”
“You don’t have the patent on nicknames.I think I’ll call you BB, short for Bluster Britches,” she teased, her smile lighting up her incredible green eyes to the point they nearly glowed.
“I think not,” Wolfe was stern in his response.
“And yet you just proved my point with your crankiness right there,” she reached across the table and squeezed his forearm before grabbing the dessert menu to check out the dishes.“I actually love to sample desserts.They inspire my new creations.”
Wolfe loved to see the energy in her description of her baking.Once she leveled out the business side of the bakery, he had no doubt her catering would be a mega success.
“What new treat are you working on now?”
She became even more animated and covered Wolfe’s hands with her own, barely containing her own enthusiasm.
Wolfe’s excitement surged directly south as his dick got insta-hard at her touch.
“I’m so excited about this...‘Fugetaboutit’cupcakes.Think decadent chocolate sponge with creamy, cannoli filling at its center, topped with chocolate buttercream with a hint of orange and speckled with mini chocolate chips.You’ll have to try it.”
“Sounds amazing.”
“Oh, wait.You don’t eat sweets,” Aspen cocked her head and squinted her eyes like she was close to uncovering his deepest, darkest secrets.“Why is that again?”
Hell no.If he wasn’t going to talk about his ‘daddy’ issues, he sure as hell wasn’t going down the road of the story about his sister.No matter how close to the surface those stories simmered and threatened to bubble over, he would compress the desire he had to share things with BB that he’d never told a soul.
“Training,” he replied, flatly relaying the topic was closed.
Wolfe was saved from further explanation when the waitress returned to the table.Aspen promptly ordered a slice of blueberry pie to go.
A short time later, they made their way back to his truck without any Crush fans wanting to chat about the upcoming season, autographs or selfies.
Wolfe placed his hand at the base of her back and relished the fact his large paw fit so perfectly in the narrow space.She was tall, which Wolfe loved so he didn’t have to crane his neck downward to have a conversation or other scorching engagements, but her thin body beckoned some inner caveman to provide protection.
Maybe that was one of the reasons he wanted to help her around the shop so much.He had this overarching sense to safeguard her.A base part of him wanted to fuck her.Desperately.But somehow he knew that union would be far more than a release for her.That connection would be sated in some deeper meaning for this boss baker who was passionate about all things in her life and did them in her own way.
Was Wolfe ready to go down that road?
A resounding ‘no’ shouted in his mind, so he’d soak up the tantalizing touches, their easy banter and secret smiles before he’d head home and jack himself for the release he wouldn’t pursue with this boss baker that had him turned inside out.
Once they arrived back at her place, Wolfe found a spot on the street and killed the engine of his truck.
“I had a really nice time, Conner.Thanks so much for dinner.”She opened the truck door and slid to the pavement holding her boxed-up dessert.
“Not so fast, BB,” Wolfe left the driver’s side of his vehicle and moved toward Aspen standing on the sidewalk.“It’s not over until I walk you to the door.”
Or your bed.Or naked in the shower.
You’re flying solo, big guy, lest you forget that.
Once again placing his hand at her lower back,fuck he liked that feeling, they entered the building and headed up the two flights of stairs to her door.
“Well, thanks again,” Aspen turned toward him, her breathing increased, and Wolfe bet it wasn’t from their ascent up the stairs.“I had a nice time.You’re nice, Connor.”