Chapter Eighteen #4
Thighs trembling, I’m still fighting to catch my breath when Wes gives me a smug smile from between my thighs.
“Sensitive.” He drops a feather-light kiss to my inner thigh, then another low on my belly before pushing onto his knees.
“Rookie move, but I left the condoms in my bag. Don’t you go anywhere, darlin’. ”
I don’t want him to leave, even to step into the next room. I catch his hand before he can leave the bed. “I have an IUD, and I haven’t been with anyone since my last test. You?”
His flicker of surprise melts into white-hot arousal. He makes a noise deep in his throat and stares down at me with naked longing. “Same, but are you sure?”
“If you’re more comfortable—”
“I would love nothing more than to feel you bare around me,” Wes cuts in before I can finish my thought. He cups my jaw in his palms, his stare intense. “The fact that you trust me enough to offer? Yeah, I’m into that.”
My face heats at the emotion in his voice, the feelings I’ve been trying to guard for weeks bursting at their carefully sewn seams. Not knowing what to say, I kiss him, pouring all my wants and desires into it.
Wes drags me into another deep, luscious kiss, letting me push him onto his back and curl into his side.
His chest heaves under my touch, his fingers tangling in my hair as I kiss and lick my way over his tattoos.
Especially the one I’ve only seen a few times but haven’t had the leisure to explore, a forked lightning bolt low on his hip.
His groan lowers into a grunt when I slide my hand between us to wrap around his straining cock. “Fuck, Sloane, do that again,” he begs when my thumb finds a particularly sensitive spot. I repeat the caress, my own desire ramping back up at his obvious pleasure in my touch.
He doesn’t let me play long. A faint sheen of sweat covers us both when he loops his arms under mine and tugs me back up his body for a wild, breathless kiss that breaks only when I’m beneath him again.
He reaches between us, teasing me with a rub of his cock against my clit.
His eyes flick up to mine, burning in the darkness. “You’re sure?”
“Extremely.” I wrap my fingers around his and guide him lower. He hisses out a curse as he sinks in the barest amount, my slick body more than ready for him. But it’s not until I gasp out a frantic Yes, Wes, please that he slides in with a deep groan of satisfaction.
Heat and pressure and pure pleasure are all I know. Wes flexes his hips in slow, deliberate strokes, taking his time despite the way every muscle stands out in his arms and shoulders. One of his hands finds mine, palm to palm, our fingers tangling as our kisses turn sloppy.
“You feel amazing.” Another snap of his hips, the angle hitting something so exquisite I forget to breathe. My inner muscles contract on the bolt of pleasure, and his rhythm stutters as he groans through another curse.
“Please don’t stop,” I beg, meeting each thrust with a lift of my hips, clenching around him as he winds me higher and higher.
Wes squeezes my fingers, still twined with his where he’s pressing my hand down into the mattress, and buries his face in my throat. “Never.”
The raspy promise is enough to tip me over into a second orgasm. It only takes half a dozen hard, deep strokes until he follows with a hoarse cry into my neck.
We lay together, our breaths ragged pants, our hands still clutched together as the ripples of pleasure fade.
There’s a faint tremble in his bicep when Wes lifts his weight off me, eyes soft and a lazy, satisfied grin curving his mouth.
He steals another slow kiss before rolling us so I’m tucked into his side.
I know with absolute certainty that what we just did was far more than fucking. My feelings for Wes have grown deep roots, pieces of him so thoroughly entwined with pieces of me that I may not ever be able to dig him out.
For the first time, the thought doesn’t outright terrify me.
I need to clean up before I fall asleep, but I let myself sink into the afterglow. Wes has one arm around my back in a loose hold, while his other slowly works to untangle my hair. “I am never going to get enough of you,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss against my temple.
The tenderness cracks my heart wide open. “Asking you to come chasing with me was one of my better ideas,” I mumble into his skin.
“Sex was that good?” he asks with a chuckle.
“It was,” I agree. But that self-deprecating tone is lurking in his voice, so I kiss his shoulder and add, “You are that good. No one has ever…” Grappling with the tightness of my throat, I search for the right words before settling on “I’ve never felt so…safe with someone.”
Emotion flashes across his face as soon as I say it, and I wonder if it hits Wes as hard as it hits me that after years of calling him reckless, safe is the word I landed on.
He tightens his arms around me, stretching to meet me halfway in a kiss so gentle and intimate my throat tightens.
One kiss turns to another, slow and content building into need and heat until we’re lost to each other all over again.