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say I was only interested in your SDS."
"But you wanted access to it."
I batted my eyelashes at him, thinking it was time to throw him a hint. "In a big way. I thought you knew."
"How could I know?" His tone was even darker, like a thundercloud about to break. "I—" Then he stopped, his gaze narrowing on me as the fluttering eyelashes and big innocent eyes registered with him. "Just what the hell is an SDS?"
I went with just the big eyes, savoring the moment. "Sperm delivery system."
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Chapter Six
He stalked away from me and stood looking out the window, his hands on his hips as he took deep, controlled breaths. I watched him, almost fizzing with glee. Teasing him like this was almost more fun than teasing him the other way—almost, because the payoff was better with the other kind of teasing.
Finally he said, "You little shit," and swung around to face me. The glitter in his eyes promised retribution.
I grinned at him.
With deceptive mildness he asked, "You and Siana were discussing my dick?"
"Only because you were eavesdropping. I thought you should hear something interesting, since you went to so much trouble."
He didn't look the least embarrassed at having been caught, maybe because snooping was his stock-in-trade. Instead he came to the bed, bracing his hands on either side of me as he leaned down. If he thought I'd feel uneasy being sort of surrounded and trapped that way, I wasn't. For one thing, this was Wyatt. For another, well, this was Wyatt; I liked being surrounded and trapped by him. Fun and interesting things usually happened when he was this close.
I didn't raise my head from the pillow, but I put my hand on his face, feeling the hard structure of jaw and cheek, the warmth of his skin, the prickles of his beard even though he'd shaved just a few hours before. "Gotcha," I said smugly. Yes, I know it isn't nice to gloat, partly because Wyatt isn't a grin-and-bear-it sort of guy. He'd think of some way to pay me back, even if it was something as excruciating as finagling me into making a bet he could make certain I lost and forcing me to watch the World Series. I so don't like baseball.
He gave me a smug smile in return, which put me on alert. "So you didn't sleep with anyone for the two years we were broke up, huh? You were waiting for me."
"Not really. I'm just picky." Damn the man, he would find some way to turn this to his advantage.
"You were impressed by my delivery system."
"I said that stuff because I knew you were listening."
"You wanted access to it. You wanted to use it, if I recall correctly."
That's one of the bad things about cops: they remember stuff. He could probably quote verbatim my conversation with Siana . Besides, in various ways I'd made it plain I was very fond of his SDS. Please. If
I don't like something, it does not go in my mouth— or anywhere else in my body, if you get my drift.
Okay, sometimes the only way to regain control of a situation is to completely and utterly surrender. I smiled at him and trailed my hand from his face down his chest, down his stomach, until I was cradling his SDS in my palm. I was delighted to feel that he already had a semi-erection. That's my Wyatt; mention sex and he's ready. Great, huh? "You recall very correctly. I wanted it, and now I have it." I shivered a little, because touching him was doing a number on me, too.
He leaned over me, his breathing faster, his eyes darkening as he pushed harder against my hand. There was no "semi" about him now, he was hard and ready. Then he said "Fuck" in a strained voice, straightening and moving away from me.
"Well, yeah," I said. Hadn't it been obvious?
He shot a burning glance at me as he turned back to the window. "You have a concussion," he said very tersely.
Groaning, I saw the problem. No jostling around for me, for the next few days at least, and if anyone has figured out how to have sex without even a little jostling I wish you'd let me in on the secret. No sex
"But you wanted access to it."
I batted my eyelashes at him, thinking it was time to throw him a hint. "In a big way. I thought you knew."
"How could I know?" His tone was even darker, like a thundercloud about to break. "I—" Then he stopped, his gaze narrowing on me as the fluttering eyelashes and big innocent eyes registered with him. "Just what the hell is an SDS?"
I went with just the big eyes, savoring the moment. "Sperm delivery system."
----
Chapter Six
He stalked away from me and stood looking out the window, his hands on his hips as he took deep, controlled breaths. I watched him, almost fizzing with glee. Teasing him like this was almost more fun than teasing him the other way—almost, because the payoff was better with the other kind of teasing.
Finally he said, "You little shit," and swung around to face me. The glitter in his eyes promised retribution.
I grinned at him.
With deceptive mildness he asked, "You and Siana were discussing my dick?"
"Only because you were eavesdropping. I thought you should hear something interesting, since you went to so much trouble."
He didn't look the least embarrassed at having been caught, maybe because snooping was his stock-in-trade. Instead he came to the bed, bracing his hands on either side of me as he leaned down. If he thought I'd feel uneasy being sort of surrounded and trapped that way, I wasn't. For one thing, this was Wyatt. For another, well, this was Wyatt; I liked being surrounded and trapped by him. Fun and interesting things usually happened when he was this close.
I didn't raise my head from the pillow, but I put my hand on his face, feeling the hard structure of jaw and cheek, the warmth of his skin, the prickles of his beard even though he'd shaved just a few hours before. "Gotcha," I said smugly. Yes, I know it isn't nice to gloat, partly because Wyatt isn't a grin-and-bear-it sort of guy. He'd think of some way to pay me back, even if it was something as excruciating as finagling me into making a bet he could make certain I lost and forcing me to watch the World Series. I so don't like baseball.
He gave me a smug smile in return, which put me on alert. "So you didn't sleep with anyone for the two years we were broke up, huh? You were waiting for me."
"Not really. I'm just picky." Damn the man, he would find some way to turn this to his advantage.
"You were impressed by my delivery system."
"I said that stuff because I knew you were listening."
"You wanted access to it. You wanted to use it, if I recall correctly."
That's one of the bad things about cops: they remember stuff. He could probably quote verbatim my conversation with Siana . Besides, in various ways I'd made it plain I was very fond of his SDS. Please. If
I don't like something, it does not go in my mouth— or anywhere else in my body, if you get my drift.
Okay, sometimes the only way to regain control of a situation is to completely and utterly surrender. I smiled at him and trailed my hand from his face down his chest, down his stomach, until I was cradling his SDS in my palm. I was delighted to feel that he already had a semi-erection. That's my Wyatt; mention sex and he's ready. Great, huh? "You recall very correctly. I wanted it, and now I have it." I shivered a little, because touching him was doing a number on me, too.
He leaned over me, his breathing faster, his eyes darkening as he pushed harder against my hand. There was no "semi" about him now, he was hard and ready. Then he said "Fuck" in a strained voice, straightening and moving away from me.
"Well, yeah," I said. Hadn't it been obvious?
He shot a burning glance at me as he turned back to the window. "You have a concussion," he said very tersely.
Groaning, I saw the problem. No jostling around for me, for the next few days at least, and if anyone has figured out how to have sex without even a little jostling I wish you'd let me in on the secret. No sex
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