“That’s my most endearing trait.”
A wistful sigh escaped her, the sound going straight to his dick. “Maybe.”
“We also fucked,” he reminded her. “That night. We fucked a lot.”
“That word is so crude.”
“What word? Fucking? I like it.”
“I can tell,” she retorted.
“Say it for me, Dove.”
“What?” she practically shrieked. Now it was his turn to chuckle.
“Say the word. I want to hear it come from your delectable lips.”
“You think my lips are delectable?”
“I think every single thing about you is delectable.” That was the 100 percent truth.
“Aw, you’re too sweet.” She hesitated. “And you’re right. We definitely—fucked a lot that night.”
“Ah, there you go.” If they kept this up, he would end up with a boner tenting the front of his uniform pants. And that wouldn’t be cool considering he was in a station full of mostly guys. “It sounds hot coming from you, baby.”
“I like it when you call me baby,” she admitted in a whisper.
“Well, I’ll call you baby while I fuck you all night long, okay? Hold on to that thought.”
“Are we having phone sex, Tate?”
“Not quite.” He chuckled, knew that she was kidding with him. “But if you want to, I’m down.”
“You’re down for anything.”
“You’re damn right.” He heard a door slam and turned to see some of the firefighters emerge outside, all of them blinking against the bright sunlight. “Gotta go. The troops are rising from their siesta.”
“Ah, nap time. I hope you got some sleep.”
Guilt crept over him when he remembered what woke him up from his nap—and how he couldn’t tell her. But he would. Soon he planned on telling her everything. “A little bit. Hopefully we’ll have an uneventful night, and I can actually have uninterrupted sleep.”
“Is that what you’re looking forward to when you come home? An uneventful night?” she teased.
“With you naked in my bed, baby? It’s going to be the most eventful night of fucking you’ve ever experienced,” he said confidently.
“You promise?”
“I fucking guarantee it.”
Chapter Seventeen
WREN DROVE OVER to the BFD after calling in her order, feeling guilty for not making a healthy dinner. She’d copped out by buying a cheeseburger and fry basket to go instead. But screw it. She went jogging with Delilah earlier this morning—big mistake. Delilah ran her into the ground. The girl was beyond fit and had endless stamina. After their exhausting run, when Wren had been gasping and ready to collapse onto the ground, she’d told Delilah her brother must be a lucky man to have her in his life.
Delilah only smiled mysteriously in answer—which was enough of an answer for Wren. She didn’t like to think of her friend and her brother getting freaky together, and she had to multiply that by two considering Harper and West were also getting freaky with each other. It sucked because her friends’ new boyfriends, a.k.a. her brothers, took all the sex talk out of their friendship equation.
Which was why both of her friends were so eager to hear details about her and Tate. Since Wren refused to talk about their sex lives—ew, she didn’t want to hear sexual escapades involving West or Lane—they wanted to hear all about her and Tate.
They hounded her with questions every chance they got. And considering they’d known about the sex thing for only the last, hmm . . . forty-eight hours or so? It was amazing just how much they’d bombarded her with endless digs and comments, curious questions, and sexual innuendo.