They got out of the tub to dry off.
How had she never noticed how physically muscular Wesley was? He was intimidating, some might say, if they didn't know how sweet and genuine he was as a person. Never one to lose his temper or strut like a peacock.
Perhaps that was it? Before now, he'd never shown her this confident, sensual side or had she just never looked?
He dried off and didn't cover his erection as he strutted across the room, gathering up his clothing and laying it out on the chair.
Willa hugged her towel around herself, not sure of what she should do. Remain naked and see how much further this would go or wrap herself in her shift and blankets? That sounded like the more responsible, reasonable course. They should wait until they return to London before going further with their feelings.
Shouldn't they?
He turned to face her, his gaze washing over her, a wave of heat that turned her insides to warm honey.
“We—we should rewrap the bandage,” she said. He strode toward her and pulled the towel from her slack fingers. He took her in his arms and pressed her to his body. The hot licks of desire swallowed her, driving away every thought of ending this night early. But she tried to resist.
He scooped her up and carried her to the bed.
“Wesley,” she said.
“Yes, my love,” he replied.
“This is too much, too fast for you. We should slow down.”
“I feel like I've already waited forever, Willa.” He laid her on the bed, his hands running over her body, parting her legs as he knelt on the coverlet.
“What are you doing?”
“I’ve wanted to taste you for days. I'll let you bandage me later, I promise. Please don't deny me this.”
She covered her eyes with her hand, fighting the urge to say yes to whatever he wanted. “But don't you think we should wait?” she asked. “Until your memory returns, until—”
“Until what?” he asked.
She choked on the words. What was she supposed to say?
Willa was burning with need. But she needed to believe he really loved her. She could ask him. Right here. Right now. But would the answer be real?
He crawled over her. “You still doubt me.”
“I don’t want to.”
He lay beside her, curling his hand around her hip and tilting her to face him. “What can I do?”
“I’m not sure there is anything you can do.”
“I refuse to believe that. If words aren’t enough, then my actions will have to be. It might not be tonight, but I will prove my heart to you in time.”
Her eyes stung. How was she supposed to resist this? No woman could. “Tonight, just kiss me.”
Their lips clashed together, hungry, famished for the touch they’d been denied. There was nothing to hinder their lips now, and they kissed like their lives depended on it.
His tongue swept into her mouth, and Willa gasped into the kiss. She knew about these things, but knowing did not prepare her for her first taste of passion, for the slick velvety feel of his tongue against hers that somehow communicated to her womb. She felt a low tug in her belly as her sated body came to life again, demanding more.
His hands roved over her naked body, and her modesty vanished. She clung to him, brazenly chasing his tongue with hers, wrapping her legs around his, creating a delicious friction between them that stirred her passion to new heights.
He tore his mouth from hers and trailed kisses to her breast, drawing a sensitive peak into his mouth. Behind her closed eyelids, stars danced.
His wicked tongue burned a path from breast to breast, forging trails across her body and lower. Willa lay back, helpless against the onslaught of sensation. He kissed his way to her navel, swirling his tongue inside until her stomach muscles trembled. And then he wove his tongue through the curls of her sex, finding the sensitive bud deep in her folds and teasing her body to life. She rode waves of pleasure as they crashed through her. His lips, tongue, and fingers spread her flesh and explored every facet. She bucked against his hold, her hands in his hair, careful of his wound, but she was wild, breathless, and in need of his heavy body to cover her again and anchor her to earth.
