“Maybe I’m in the mood for something better.”
He put his hand on the nape of my neck, tugging my hair back. “And what is that?”
“I’m not playing games, Mr. Wild. I want you.” I kissed him, wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing my body against his.
Wes wrapped his free arm around my waist and I gasped into his mouth when his fingers tiptoed down to my ass, running his hand down it before cupping it.
I took the break in our kiss as the chance to peel his shirt off. I’d never get sick of seeing him without his shirt on. All the time in the gym had made his body even more defined and he was like a true work of art. I traced a line down the center of his stomach.
He smiled , a slight laugh escaping his full lips. “This kind of reminds me of when we first met. You tracing my abs with that ‘fuck me hard’ look in your eyes and biting your lip.”
“Is that what this look is?” I didn’t even realize I was biting my lip, but stopped as soon as he said something.
He nipped at my bottom lip, the same spot I was just biting, before running his tongue across it. “Yeah. That’s the look. The one that makes me want to throw you down right here on the kitchen floor.”
“Hmmmm...” I undid the button on his pants and slowly unzipped it. “I still have some rug burn on my back from when you threw me down the other night. I think it’s time I took charge.”
I pushed him backward, walking with him toward the recliner, and shoved him onto it. He quickly pulled me on top of him so I straddled him, with my thighs pressed against his. He tugged my skirt up around my waist, running his hands along my bare thighs.
“Yeah, I think this could work, darlin.’” His thumb grazed the front of my panties, instantly making everything quiver between my legs.
I started to unbutton my shirt, inwardly cursing and wishing that I would have just worn a dress; it would have been much easier.
“Here, let me do that,” Wes whispered, his hands working quickly to get each tiny button undone before he peeled my shirt off and tossed it on the ground. Getting undressed was way easier in sexy romance books and movies than it was in practice when you just wanted to get down to fuck.
“Hold on.” I slowly stood up and unzipped my skirt, tossing it to the side before I stepped forward.
Wes gripped my hips before I could straddle him again. “Wait a second, darlin’, you just did half the work and I didn’t get to have any fun.” He smiled, gripping harder onto my hips as he leaned forward, his warm breath right on my panty line, before he grabbed my underwear with his teeth, pulling them down to the middle of my thighs and then taking it off the rest of the way with his hands.
I gasped. My panties were barely off when pulled me to his face and kissed a line down my center until his tongue was inside of me. God, the man knew how to work his tongue.
I gripped tightly onto his hair, bucking my hips forward while he sucked hard on my clit. I was glad that Paige was working because I couldn’t hold it in when my orgasm took hold. I screamed, “Oh God, Wes!”
I thought he would stop and then we would move forward, but he kept going, sliding a finger inside of me while his tongue drew circles around my clit. And then I heard him humming. The vibration of his lips on my clit made my whole body quiver. I clutched harder onto his hair as another orgasm took hold.
“Oh , Wes, I love you.”
I didn’t mean for the words to come out and once I came down from my orgasm and my knees stopped shaking, I realized what I really just said. Shit. I just told him how I felt about him.
He stopped moving his tongue and slowly lifted his head up, looking into my eyes. I didn’t know what he was thinking. He wasn’t smiling or frowning and his smoldering stare looked right into me. “Do you mean that?”
I could have lied and pretended that I didn’t know what he was talking about. I could have said it was just a heat