He confessed wanting me in every way, but I doubt he considered the level of clinginess I’m feeling right now as part of the deal.
Sighing, I throw my back against the obscene number of pillows and groan. My life has turned into a damn crime drama, and as much as I like covert operations and hot commandos on television, it was rather difficult to enjoy them when I was terrified my life was going to end because of a roadside bomb on the way back to this apartment.
Of course, W45PN357 would work for an elite group of men who command a room like they’re guarding the damn president. I want to get on my phone and do more research, but knowing Wren’s level of security, he’d know the second I type his company’s name into a search box.
I’ve always felt safe online, always thought I took all the right precautions to be safe. Apparently, my skills are lacking. Wren was able to find out in hours what it took me weeks of programs constantly running. I let a little smile tug at my lips at the sheer arousal I feel for getting a look at his systems.
Simon grunts when I climb off the bed. Any other time I’d assure him that I’ll be right back and not to worry, but he’s been petty for the last three days with his refusal to eat, and now it’s my turn. I do leave the bedroom door cracked so he’s not trapped, but it’s the only concession I’ll offer him.
I find the man of my very wet dreams looking better than I’ve ever seen him before. Although fully clothed with his back to me, I realize as his fingers fly over the keys of a laptop resting on the counter, that I’ve never seen him work, never seen his long talented fingers play anything more than my body.
Embarrassed by my reaction, I decide to hightail it back to the room.
“Whitney.” He doesn’t even turn to look at me, and the warning tone in his voice makes me pause.
“W-Wren,” I stammer.
“Did you need something, baby?”
God, do I ever.
I can’t formulate words as I watch his arms flex, the lines of his tattoos a seducing dance. And that’s how he finds me, standing behind him with my jaw hinged open and my eyes planted on his body.
He chuckles, but the sound barely reaches my ears.
“Are you hungry?”
“So hungry,” I manage, my eyes following the movement of his shirt as he turns to fully face me.
“Tacos?” he offers.
“Dick,” I murmur.
His laugh surprises me as it echoes off the walls around me. I jerk my eyes up to his.
“Did I say that out loud?”
“Yes.” His hand rearranges the condition he’s now fighting in his jeans. “I’ll order delivery.”
I nod in agreement, still not certain what it is he’s offering.
“Eyes up here, baby.”
Reluctantly, I pull my eyes from his bare feet, up the denim encasing strong thighs, and over his tight shirt before I manage to meet his.
“You sure know how to make a man feel wanted.”
I lick at my suddenly dry lips. Am I really breathing this hard?
I make an effort to calm my nerves, but I won’t be able to fully do that without looking away. An orgasm or three might help too.
“I do want you.”
“I know you do, baby.”
Is it possible to hate pet names until they’re spoken by the right guy? Months ago, I would’ve gone on a tirade about it, but now I just wait to hear him say it again and again. It’s official. I’ve lost my damn mind.
“Tacos?” he repeats. “Because you’re hungry.”
I’m a second away from offering him one taco in particular, but then my stomach growls. I was too nervous to accept his offering of breakfast at the airport, knowing I’d get sick if I even tried to eat something, and my body is now making it clear, I’ve gone way too long without ingesting something.
“I like Taco Bell.”
“I do, too,” he says with a knowing smile.
“Door Dash is pretty quick,” I ramble, still unable to keep my mind out of the gutter while looking at him.
His fingers trace over his bottom lip in contemplation, and I have to shake my head and look away. If he wants to punish me, I’m all for it.
“Whitney?”
“Huh?” I turn my head, keeping my gaze on his left shoulder instead of his eyes.
“I asked what you wanted from Taco Bell.”
“A Baja Blast.”
“Frozen or on ice?”
“Frozen.”
“What else?”
My cheeks heat because I’m starving, and