“They said they thought it was a fake will and that they’d be calling their lawyers to fight me.”
“I’m sorry.Did you know that was what Pops’s will said?”
“No, I had no clue.He never said a thing, only that I would always be able to use his library.He would say, ‘It’s yours too, Shelby Bell’.”Fresh tears sprang in her eyes, and she frustratedly wiped at them.
“I think I should go back to Atlanta for a bit after the funeral and get some space from all of this.”
He nodded.“Okay.But what about the house?You’ll need to find someone to manage it if you’re not going to stay here.And the marina, the boats?”
“I need to go there and figure out how it’s been running, how much oversight Pops even had anymore.”
“But tonight you don’t have to worry about any of it.”He kissed her lips lightly.
“No, I don’t.”She craved his touch and couldn’t deny herself.Even when she was sad, and unsure of her place, her desire for Wes was like a constant certainty.Like gravity, or the sun rising in the morning, it was just a fact of life.
She ran her hands up around his neck as his lips crushed hers and she pulled him closer.His hands gripped her hips, hiking her up to straddle his waist, and she wrapped her legs around him.
“I don’t think I can let you leave if you’re going to keep kissing me like this,” Wes breathed into her throat as he walked them toward the wall and pressed her body against it.
“Are you going to put me on house arrest?”
“Maybe.”He kept her pinned to the wall with his hips and she could feel his bulge of desire for her.Then leaning back he began to unbutton her shirt, until he could see her simple pink bra and his large hand palmed one of her breasts, running his thumb over her nipple.She held on to his broad shoulders and bucked into him, earning a deep roar from him.Then his mouth was kissing her chest and he pulled the fabric of her bra down so he could have better access to take her nipple in his hot mouth.
“I’d like to keep you here locked away from the rest of the world.”
His mouth was on her throat but he pulled back to let her wobbly feet sink to the floor.Next, he unbuttoned her jeans and slowly pulled them down her legs.His warm, rough hands pushed the material over her hips, her thighs, and down her calves.He helped her step out of them but then lingered there on his knees.She watched as he leaned forward, kissing her upper thighs and guiding her legs shoulder-length apart while she leaned with her back against the wall.Next he buried his face in her panties, inhaling deeply and sending a surge of red-hot need through her.
“I need to be inside you Shelby, I want you every second of every day.Ever since I brought you back to my place, I have needed more and more of you.”
Her gasp was the only sound and she watched as he pulled her panties down, then licked her seam.His eyes met hers as he continued his slow exploration.“You’re mine.”
She nodded, because she knew that she not only belonged here in this moment with him, but she wanted to be his, in every way.
Her legs were shaking but his tongue dove deeper, stroking and coaxing the release she chased.Leaning her head against the wall she closed her eyes, but then he stopped.
“Look at me, baby, I want to see you come undone.”
She did as he asked and watched as he took her lips into his mouth and sucked, his tongue flicking her clit before pushing inside her, and she fell apart.Barely able to stay standing.His eyes were dark but he smiled as he stood in front of her.She could hear him unbuckling his pants and she reached out to grip his hard length.A second wave of desire coursed through her.How would she walk away from him?In this moment she couldn’t even fathom it.
Wes gripped her hips again and hiked her back up to straddle him, his cock pressed between them.Her back was against the wall again, and all she had to do was buck her hips to take him in.
“If I’m yours, then you’re mine,” she said, unsure how he would react.
He pulled his hips back and the tip of his cock pressed at her opening.
“Agreed,” he said through gritted teeth.“What do you want?”
In one swift move she sank her hips down on his thick length, taking all of him.
“All of you,” she breathed.
And neither of them spoke as he thrust in and out of her, while holding her against the wall.His biceps flexed, his shoulders strained, and she had never seen a more beautiful man.She did want all of him, and it was terrifying.She couldn’t let herself think what it would be like to have Wesley Hart forever, because that would mean staying in Sandy Point.And her family made it clear she was not welcome.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Wes
Don’t Hate the Player
