Page 21 of Wandering in Love

Tommy’s forehead crinkles as his eyebrows pull together. “Yeah, she was there. You feelin’ alright?”

My thoughts are going too fast to be able to focus on anyone.

You will lose her forever.

Shaking my head, I shove the door open and leave the bar. The bitter cold bites at my face. I pull open the door of the truck harder than necessary; a purple wildflower sits on the center console.

Immediately, I look around for the woman, but I don’t see any evidence of her. Not a car or shadow. Nothing. It’s like she vanished.

Climbing behind the wheel, I get the engine going and back out of the parking lot. I normally just head home and crash in my apartment above the station after the bar closes, but something tells me to check the streets. My gut has never led me wrong before.

I make two passes through the streets and find nothing, but I can’t shake the feeling of something being off. My fingers itch to touch Eva, to climb into bed next to her and pull her against me.

Getting out of my uniform and Kevlar vest, I lock up my weapon and check for anything out of place.

I live a simple life. I don’t collect things. Everything has a spot, and nothing is out of place. Left with nothing else to do, I go to bed.

Sleep claims me almost immediately, dreaming of my wildflower and the life we could have together. Laughter and arguments. Loving hard.

When I wake the next morning, the sun is already up, which means I slept in for the first time in probably fifteen years. Sitting up, I scrub a hand down my face and swing my feet over the edge.

My dick is hard as rock and aching to sink into the lavender-haired woman who’s throwing everything off kilter. Heading to the bathroom, I strip my clothes off, take care of business and turn the shower on. There’s no way this is going away on its own.

I’m about to step into the shower when there’s a knock on my door. Son of a bitch.

Grabbing a towel, I wrap it around my waist and adjust my dick so it’s not as obvious. Stomping toward the door, I rip it open, not bothering to ask who’s there.

Standing on my doorstep is the woman I dreamt of in the flesh.

“Oh, this is a bad time. I’m sorry.” She flushes and turns to leave.

With quick reflexes, I grab her arm and pull her inside, closing the door behind her to lean her against it.

Her chest flushes, the red blush climbing her neck to color her cheeks. The increase in her breathing pushes those tempting tits against my chest. I lean my palms against the door, bringing her close enough to inhale her shampoo. Something sweet with lavender and honey. It’s exactly how I picture her smelling. Fucking perfect.

“What brings you by, Wildflower?”

She swallows, her throat working hard. “I…um…I don’t—”

She closes her eyes; her tongue peeks out to drag across her bottom lip. I groan deep in my chest at the sight. The memory of how good that tongue feels on my skin turns my cock to steel against her stomach. I don’t try to hide it from her. Instead, I push it against her.

Fuck.

I need her.

“Ian.” The needy whimper in her voice as she says my name is more than I can take.

“Give me that mouth.”

Lowering my head, I give her time to tell me no or turn away before my lips take hers. Nipping at the plump flesh of her lower lip, pulling it between my teeth and sucking on it. My mouth plays with hers, exploring her, getting to know what she likes again.

I press a kiss to her lips then back off, over and over, driving myself insane until she can’t take it anymore and wraps her arms around my neck. Lifting her up, my hands grip her ass as she wraps her legs around my waist. Using my hold on her, I grind the heat between her thighs against my dick. She whimpers into my kiss, her hands threading through my hair for something to hold onto.

Walking the few feet into my bedroom, I drop her onto my bed. My lips travel up her jaw, suck on the flesh of her earlobe, then down her neck, sucking and nipping at her skin, leaving evidence behind. My beard is rough against the sensitive flesh of her throat, perfect imprints of my teeth.

Using her legs for leverage, she lifts her hips to grind against me, sending fireworks exploding behind my eyes. My eyes close and I groan into her skin. I want to bathe in her, roll her around my sheets so they smell like her.

I reach for her t-shirt, but she grabs my wrist to stop me. My gaze meets her.