A dark grin spreads across my face. “You know, I’ve wanted to, ever since I first saw this tattoo of yours,” I murmur, and she knowsexactlywhat I’m talking about.
She wiggles slightly, teasing. “Then what’re you going to do about it?”
I answer with a sharp smack, landing my palm right over the dark ink. She yelps at the contact, but I don’t miss the way she rocks her hips against my lap, confirming everything I need to know. She wants this. Sheneedsthis. And she wants it fromme.
“Look at you, Angel.” I groan, rubbing the sting I just left behind. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
I spank her again, and the sharp sound mixes with her low, needy moan. I do it again, and again until she’s squirming, crying out, completely at my mercy.
“Had enough, baby?” I ask, kneading the heat blooming across her skin.
She shakes her head, breathless. “No. Give me more.”
I smirk. Of course she wants more. And she’smineto give it to. I don’t have time to freak out about the fleeting possessiveness in that thought, because she’s already moaning again, and I’m already giving her exactly what she’s begging for.
CHAPTER 33
Bailey
My ass is on fire,but I’ve never been this wet. Which I didn’t think was possible after the car, but this? This is even more erotic. The way his hand smacks down on me, then kneads the sting away. The sharp pain giving way to pleasure. It sends a thrill through me I can’t describe.
It should feel degrading being draped across his lap like this. Ishouldn’twant his hands on me in this way. But I do.God, I do.Which is why I asked for more.
And he gives me just that.
Several more slaps land on my ass, heat blooming under each one, and I can’t help the way I grind myself against his leg like a cat in heat. But then I’m being lifted, flipped, and settled in his lap again. His mouth crashes into mine. The kiss is intense, just like they always are but this time there’s more. It’s just as rough, invading and all consuming, but there’s an edge to it that was there when he took my mouth without a single word at my front door.
There’s something unspoken between us. Something we don’t know how to express, or say but we can show each other. At least like this.
Wes moves, laying me back on the bed, and he holds himself up over me. I expect him to kiss me again, but instead, he slides away with a smirk. I watch him, rising to my elbows, watching, curious, and breathless.
I take the time to appreciate his bare chest, the tattoos that cover his left arm up to his shoulder. The arms that are so big they might as well be the size of my head. My eyes roam down the rest of his chiseled body as his ab muscles tense and I want to be mad at how perfect he looks.
It’s unfair how this man who’s driven me absolutely insane for years has the audacity to look likethat. But I meant what I said. I don’t hate him. I couldn’t.
My gaze drops lower, I can see his erection tenting his pants, and it makes my mouth water. I want to feel him, all of him, but I don’t move. Because as much as I like to push him to see how close I can toe the line, right now I want to see what it’s like when I don’t.
He has some kind of hold over me. This time, I want to do exactly as he says. Especially when his voice drops and he growls, “Touch yourself.”
“What?” I blink. Because with the way he was just touching me, it seems like I must have misheard him.
“Touch yourself, but don’t come.”
“That doesn’t seem fair,” I mutter before I can stop myself.Immediately biting my bottom lip, regretting letting the words slip free.
“Oh, that’s not fair, Angel?” he echoes, voice low and sharp. “You know whatisn’tfair?” I swallow roughly, worried about what he’s going to say. “That I’ve had to live next to you for three damn years, knowing exactly what you feel like, what youtastelike, and not being able to do a damn thing about it.”
I suck in a sharp breath as he continues.
“Knowing you were probably in here touching that sweet cunt of yours, and I couldn’t see it. Not once. That I haven’t been withanyonefor the last three years because the only woman I wanted lived next door and wanted nothing to do with me.”
My jaw drops in a gasp at his confession. I never thought in a million years he hadn’t been withanyoneelse since we were together all those years ago.
But neither have I.
“Tell me something, Angel. When you’re in here all alone, can’t sleep and your fingers slip into your underwear, who do you think about?”
I shrug, not wanting to answer.
