“Ican’t.”
“Youcan.” He reached around me and picked up my phone from the counter. “Unlock it,” he said with an edge of command. And for somestupidreason I couldn’t figure out, I actually listened. “Good. Now, call her.”
I let out a breath, feeling my body thrumming with a need that Ihatedhe, of all people, stirred to life, but I couldn’t shut it off now. A shuddered breath escaped me, and I took my phone and pulled up my contacts. I closed my eyes, unable to believewhat I was about to do…then I tapped the name before lifting the phone to my ear.
“Hello?”
“Hey,” I said when Callie answered, trying to sound casual, but that was proving difficult when I felt Wesley’s hand slip under the hem of my shirt and splay against my stomach. My breath hitched, and I tensed, betraying the need I was still trying to keep hidden despite making this phone call and the reason why. “I, uh…about movie night. Can you—can you take a rain check?”
I could feel the way his lips stretched into a smirk as they brushed against my neck, and then I felt his breath on my skin when he let out a whisper of a laugh.
“Of course. Is everything okay?”
Wesley’s mouth latched onto my neck and sucked. “O-Oh, yeah,” I stuttered, trying to shove him off, but he tightened his hold around me. “Something, uh…something just came up.” He pressed his hips against my ass, and I could feel how hard he was already.Something came up, alright.
“Yeah, no big deal,” Callie said on the other end of the phone. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Yeah, tomorrow. For sure.”
I ended the call and tossed my phone onto the counter just as Wesley pulled away from my neck. “See, that wasn’t so hard, now was it?”
“Shut up,” I breathed.
“Don’t worry…” He spun me to face him and pulled me flush against his chest. “I’m about to make it worth it, Princess.”
“Stop calling me that,” I retorted harshly.
He smirked. “No, I don’t think I will.”
Wesley’s lips crashed against mine, and that need he’d stirred up exploded through my veins like a bursting dam. I tried to mentally take a step back to ask myself what the hell I was doing, but my body wasn’t having any of it. “Just go with it,” it seemed to whisper.
So I did.
I kissed him back, feeling his tongue slip between my lips and plunge into my mouth as my heart slammed against my chest. And despite having all the time and privacy in the world this time around, the kiss seemed just as desperate as the times before—teeth and tongues, rough and messy. And I was too caught up to notice the other times, but I realized then that the way he kissed me, it was like he was trying to assert some kind of dominance, and I was futilely trying to fight against it. Futilely because the truth was, I was a sucker for when a man took control.
Wesley’s fingers dug into my hips as he pulled away, just enough to breathe against my lips, “I take it your bedroom is down that hall?”
My chest rose and fell with each heavy breath I took, and I simply nodded in response, not trusting my voice enough to not come out as needy as I knew it probably would.
He spun me away from the counter, and his lips were back on mine as he walked me backward down the hall. My impatient hands tugged his white dress shirt free from the waistband of his pants before my fingers fumbled against the buttons. He bypassed the closed door to the spare room that was my home office and headed straight to the opened door of my bedroom like he knew exactly where he was going.
As soon as we stepped over the threshold, he inhaled a deep breath through his nose just as I got to the last button, and hisshirt fell open. “That fucking scent is going to be the death of me,” he growled.
“What scent?”
“Rose.”
I shoved his shirt off his shoulders, and thenhebecame the impatient one, quickly working me out of my clothes until I was left in nothing but the scraps of lace that barely covered me. He pushed me back onto the mattress, his shirtless form looming over me at the edge of the bed as his eyes trailed over every inch of my body, almost like he was taking it in for the first time.
“Are you just going to stand there and look or?—”
“Don’t rush me,” he interrupted with a smirk as he crawled over top of me. “I was appreciating the view. And I told you I would make sure you enjoyed the hell out of this, and I’m nothing if not a man of my word. So just relax.”
His lips were back on mine, his tongue exploring my mouth as one hand slipped under my back and unclasped my bra with practiced ease. He peeled it away from my body and tossed it to the floor as his lips shifted to my jaw, trailing down my neck, across my collarbone, and to my chest. His large hand cupped the side of my breast as his lips closed around my nipple, and I gasped when he sucked me into his mouth, feeling his teeth scrape the sensitive flesh at the same moment he pinched the other. Both sensations shot straight to my core.
He chuckled when he released me from his mouth. “Sensitive little thing, aren’t you?”
I couldn’t even retort with a witty response, too engrossed with the need coursing through me to care enough to fire back.
