“You’re kil ing me here.” Wade looked up at Jonas. “Order a medium with extra pep and a large with pep and mushroom.”
Jonas nodded. “Wil do. I’l pick it up; give you time to look at the blog.” He headed toward the front door. With his hand on the knob, he shot Wade a look over his shoulder. “Do I need to do the whole knocking thing again?”
Wade laughed. “No, it’s okay.”
“Good.”
Jonas strode out the door, and she could hear the lock slide into place. She stared at the laptop sitting on the table, knowing she was going to have to show Wade her blog. Her deepest, darkest secrets would be there for him to read. Thinking about it had her wishing she could disappear.
“Now, about that blog.”
Gracie groaned. “You aren’t going to let up, are you?”
“Have I yet?”
True, he hadn’t once given up on her. Not when she’d denied his request of a date and not when she’d told him about her stalker. Some men would have taken it al in then run the other way, not wil ing to get involved with a woman with so much baggage. Wade wasn’t intimidated so easily, though.
“It’s cal ed Gracie’s Ramblings.” She pul ed the laptop close and typed in the address. When her header popped up, she wanted to slink under the table.
“Interesting image you’ve got there, Gracie.”
“Shut up.” Her cheeks heated as she stared at the hot, shirtless cowboy covering the top of the screen. “It was an impulse, that’s al .”
He chuckled. “I’l bet.” The hand he had wrapped around her middle started a slow path down her body. “Maybe I should buy myself a cowboy hat.”
She slapped his forearm. “Concentrate.”
His hand didn’t stop moving until it was covering her pussy. Nuzzling her neck, Wade whispered, “How can I with you sitting on my lap?”
Gracie relaxed against him, the blog forgotten. “What about Jonas?”
He slipped his hand beneath the waistband of the shorts he’d loaned her. Warm, cal oused fingers touched her clit, and she moaned. “We’ve got time. Spread your legs for me, baby.”
“W-Why?”
“I want to play with my pretty pussy.”
Gracie moved her legs apart, giving him better access to her body. “Oh, God, this is so crazy.”
A finger glided between her pussy lips. “No, this is necessary.”
“Necessary?” Her voice sounded as if she’d run a marathon. His effect on her was potent.
Slowly, as if savoring every inch of her, Wade pushed his finger deep. “Yeah. If I don’t touch you, I’l die. And that would real y suck.”
She didn’t laugh as he no doubt intended. Hel , it was al she could do to hold on as he teased and played with her; already he knew exactly how to touch her, how much pressure to use to elicit a moan, or several moans. The man was a very fast learner.
When a second finger joined the first, she cried out, al sense of modesty gone. Al she wanted, al she craved was Wade and the things he could do with his hands, mouth, cock. He pressed his lower body upward, showing her just how much he wanted her.
“Wade, I need you,” she admitted, too eager to feel his cock stretching and fil ing her.
“Later for that, sweetheart,” he murmured against her ear. “Right now just feel.”
His fingers continued their gentle torment. Sliding in and out, fucking her with a maddening tempo designed to drive her to the very brink, but never beyond. “Please, Wade!”
His other hand cupped her breast and squeezed. “Soon, little angel.”
Wade stroked the curls of her mound. It seemed so wicked to make out in his kitchen. Jonas could walk in at any moment. She didn’t care.