I groan in protest, “Please.”
“One thing first.” He pauses. “You like me, too.”
He doesn’t ask. Heknows. He looks at me so intently, his brown eyes burning into mine just waiting for what I’m going to say. I could deny it, play it off like I usually do. Act like this is only physical. That I feel nothing for the man that is in fact making me feelso much.
“I do,” I say so softly that I think there’s no way he actually heard me.
Maybe he didn’t because he doesn’t acknowledge the words that I managed to say before he’s thrusting inside me. The combination of pain and pleasure has me crying out while he stays still, fully seated and waiting for me to adjust to the feel of him.
“Is this what you wanted?” he asks smugly.
I swivel my hips and whimper at the feeling, but then manage to squeak out, “More.”
With a small smirk he moves us quickly flipping us around so he’s on his back and I’m straddling his hips. The new angle has him hitting deeper and my mouth drops open in a gasp as my eyes roll back.
“Ride me, Angel. Take what you’re wanting.”
And I do. Planting my hands on his hard chest, I pick up my hips and slam them back down against him. He groans, grabbing my waist, not guiding my movements, but just keeping them there while I move the way I need. Rubbing myself against him each time our bodies slap together.
“Do you know how fucking beautiful you are?” Wes moans, and it makes my movements stop.
I look down at him, trying to detect the lie, but it isn’t there. His eyes are blazing with heat. He grabs my hips tighter, silently encouraging me to move again. I’m so lost in looking at him I open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out.
He flexes his hips, pushing up into me and I cry out. It’s enough to pull me out of my trance. His hands slide to my chest, cupping my breasts, squeezing and pushing them together. “What were you thinking?” he asks.
I drop my head back at all the sensations going on. “I was wondering if you’re lying.”
His arm bands behind my back as he sits up. Our chests colliding as he moves my legs so they wrap around him, relieving my knees.
“Have I ever lied to you?” The way he’s holding me in place so I can’t look away or move makes me feel exposed. Even more than the fact that we are naked and as close as two people can possibly be.
“Not that I know of,” I whisper.
“I haven’t. Not that first night, not in the three years since. And not now.”
I swallow roughly at how deadly serious he is.
“I’m not going to start, either,” he continues. “You’re fucking beautiful, Bailey. We aren’t talkative people, and I’m not good at compliments or feelings, but I’ve never felt like this before.”
I gasp at what he’s admitting. My heart rate kicks up and the urge to run overwhelms me. I don’t know how to talk about this. I don’t know what to say. The fact that Wes is sayinganythinghas me completely dumbfounded.
He moves my hair from my face, and I have no words. I don’t know what to say, so instead I kiss him. Hard. Deep. It takes theseriousness out of the moment and brings me back to more comfortable territory for me which is our out of control chemistry.
His tongue invades my mouth on a groan, and he fucks up into me, erasing all of the fear his words instilled. We move together like we were made to do just this, and when his hand slaps my sensitive ass once, again I moan and grind against him even harder.
I feel his smile against my mouth. “You fucking love that don’t you, Angel?”
I nod against him, trying to chase the orgasm I feel building once again.
“What else do you like?”
“This,” I moan, not wanting him to take away another release, knowing if he does I may actually lose my mind.
Of course I should know better because I’m tossed onto my back and quickly flipped onto my stomach. I gasp as he pulls my hips up, and presses into me again. I bury my face in the mattress, muffling all the noise I’m making. I swear I’ve never been as vocal as I am with him.
He pulls me up so my back is plastered to his front while he essentially uses me, moving me up and down on him as he thrusts into me. When his hand moves down my stomach to the area where we’re connected, he rubs my clit and I drop my head back against his shoulder. My nails dig into his strong forearm around my stomach and then there’s a sharp stinging where he was just rubbing as he slaps the sensitive nub.
I cry out, and his mouth grazes my ear. “How about that?”
