Page 91 of Take My Kiss
Sighing, I scrub a palm through my hair and contemplate how to respond. “I don’t want ‘em to go, if that answers your question.”
“Eh, good enough, I suppose. Why dontcha ask her to stay? You have the space.”
I scoff at the simplicity of his words. “It’s been ten days, Wilder. Not all of us get drunkenly hitched in Vegas after one night. Pretty certain that’d scare her away for good.”
“You won’t know unless you ask.”
Yeah, if only it were that simple.
“And for the record, Delly and I had years of history, so it’s not like she was a random hookup turned wife.”
“Yeah, yeah.” I chuckle. “How’s Maddox? He still in trouble?”
“Ha! When ain’t he? But nah, not really this time. Kinda hard to be when you’re the sheriff’s son. Plus, he already apologized, not willingly, but it seemed to do the trick to appease Sienna.”
“So now what? He’s agreed to be her maid of honor?”
“I’m not sure. He’s still pissy ’bout her comin’ back engaged, so he won’t talk ’bout it.”
“I can’t imagine Madd standin’ next to her and holdin’ her flowers while she vows to love another man. There ain’t no way.”
“Unless he’s ready to confess his feelings, he’s gonna haveta.”
We chat for a few more minutes before I let him go. Remy needs his second dose of meds, and the kids will want dinner in an hour.
Once I’ve checked on Sam and Lily, I find Amelia soaking in the tub with her eyes closed, looking stunning as always with her blonde hair pulled up in a messy bun and a soft pink tint on her lips.
“Hello, gorgeous.” I lean against the sink, crossing my arms and ankles. I came in here to tell her what Wilder told me, but now I’m too distracted to remember a word from our conversation.
She eyes me up and down in my jeans and blue button-up. “Hello, handsome.”
“Should I be insulted that I wasn’t invited?”
“To what?”
I lift a teasing shoulder. “To join or watch.”
“Watch me do what?”
“Where’s your li’l toy?” I arch a brow, wondering if she already has it in there.
She nods toward the shower.
I push off the counter and grab the vibrator from the shelf.
“Show me,” I demand, handing it to her. “Show me how you get yourself off.”
She looks around me toward the open door.
“Lily’s still nappin’, and Sam’s watchin’ TV in the living room with Remy and a snack, and I gave him strict orders not to move.”
Plus, I deadbolted the front door earlier, so no one’s coming in or out of this house without my knowledge.
Amelia spreads her legs and lowers the toy between them. As soon as it comes alive, she moans and her head falls back against the tub.
“Fuck, you’re sexy.” I lick my lips, wishing it was my mouth making her go wild. “Rub that clit, baby. How’s it feel?”
“So good…and intense.”
