She smiled back at him, remembering clearly how she’d brought him around on that one…
“I don’t do cuddling, babe,” he said as he pulled out of her arms and stood. He yanked his jeans on and left the room, muttering, “You got any coffee?”
Throwing a robe on, she went in search of him. She found him at her kitchen sink, his palms resting on the edge, looking out the window. Walking up behind him, she slid her arms around his waist, her mouth pressing kisses between his shoulder blades. “Is it just cuddling you don’t like, or all touching? Cause I know you like the sex.”
“I don’t do ‘cuddling’, babe. I told you that.”
She kissed his back again. “Is that non-negotiable?”
“Pretty much.”
She pulled away, went to the fridge and opened the door. “That’s gotta give you problems with the ladies, Wolf.”
He turned and leaned back against the sink. “What do you mean?”
She pulled a carton of orange juice out of the shelf in the door. “I mean, that’s a big thing for a woman. And telling a woman there’s no cuddling. Ever. Baby, that’s like telling a man, no blow jobs. Ever. Like that’d fly. Not with any guys I’ve ever met. Hell, Jason would have been done with me the first night.”
He folded his arms. “Really?”
“That boy liked his dick sucked. And I mean all the time. Two, three times a day, if he could get it.” She waggled her eyebrows and smiled, then took a drink right out of the carton.
“Guess he was a lucky man, then. Not all girls are willin’ to suck a man’s dick, babe.”
She looked at him frowning and put the carton back. “Honey, you’re spending time with the wrong women, then.”
He huffed out a laugh and had to agree, “Maybe so, darlin’. Maybe so.”
“Well, that just breaks my heart.”
“Shut up and come here and kiss me.”
She held her ground and smiled. “Cuddling is important to me, Wolf. How important are blow jobs to you?”
“Babe, you serious?” His arms came uncrossed.
She crossed her arms and moved
her head from side to side. “Um hmm. Guess we’ll see who lasts the longest.”
“Babe.”
She raised her eyebrows.
“You’re really bein’ serious?”
“Yes, I’m bein’ serious.”
He shook his head and huffed out a breath. “Fine. I give.”
“Hey, I’m not twisting your arm here,” she pointed out.
He grunted out a laugh and grinned. “You’re twistin’ more than my arm, babe. And we both know it.”
She smiled.
He grinned. “Come here, and we’ll negotiate.”
“I like the sound of that.”