My mind wanders to his reaction to my orgasm comment. Maybe I need to stop saying things about my past with Cash in front of him.
Wilder acts like nothing gets to him.
I know better.
I need to do a better job of making sure he knows I only want him.
“I’m sorry,” I murmur against his lips.
He pulls his head back. “For what?”
“I’m sorry that I made that comment about Cash and—”
“It’s okay, Blondie,” he reassures me as his fingers run through my hair. “It’s fine.”
But I can tell it’s not.
“I want you to know,” I say, lowering my voice, “there’s only one person for me. And that’s you.”
Wilder smiles. A real one. “Yeah?’
I nod. “Only you. Forever.”
Then, I hold up my finger. The one with the promise ring on it.
He grins. “I did put that there, didn’t I?”
“In case you’ve forgotten, I don’t plan on taking it off. Ever.”
“Good,” he says.
“Now, let’s get some coffee.”
“My second favorite phrase after a night of uninterrupted sex.”
“What’s your first favorite phrase?” I wonder aloud.
Wilder bites his lower lip. “I believe this morning you said, and I quote, ‘I don’t think I’m going to be able to walk straight today’.”
I shake my head, hiding a smile behind my hand.
Our moment is interrupted by Cash throwing open the car door and yelling, “Are we going or not!”
Wilder shakes his head. “You can tell he’s an only child.”
“He’s not an only child anymore,” I remind him.
Wilder scoffs. “His sister is twenty years younger than he is. He’s basically an only child.”
I laugh as we get into my car.
The one-mile drive down the road is unusually quiet. The only sound is Smashing Trout playing on the car radio.
When I turn off the car in front of the gas station, Cash is already out and racing to the door.
“Maybe you should drive and Cash should sit in the front with you,” I suggest.
Wilder nods. “If that’s what you want to do.”
