“That happened?” I question, biting my lip.
“Oh, yeah.”
“And the dance-off?” I whisper, hoping I had just made that memory up.
“You’ve got moves.”
“Right,” I mumble, feeling my face heat in embarrassment.
“Go to sleep, baby,” he says softly, tucking the top of my head under his chin.
“We didn’t…you know, right?” I ask in a hushed tone.
His face moves until his lips are brushing my ear. “The first time I have you, the first time my mouth and cock get a taste of your pussy, you’re not going to be drunk, and you’re sure as fuck going to remember it and feel it the next day.”
My breath pauses, my nipples pucker in anticipation, and the walls of my vagina contract.
“Now try to sleep.”
“Sure,” I agreed, even though I know I’m not going to be able to sleep, not now, not with the heat of his skin absorbing into me, his smell making it hard to think, and feeling his cock against my belly through his boxers. “Have you washed these sheets since the last time you had someone else in your bed?” I ask him as my mind registers that not only am I practically naked, but I’m practically naked with him in his room at the clubhouse.
“You’re a pain in my ass, beautiful,” he grumbles.
“I just don’t want cooties.” I smile, and his hand on my ass taps twice before grabbing a handful making my belly clench.
“Remember how I said that until I was in there, you needed to wear clothes?” he questions, his voice sounding deeper than before.
“Uh…”
“Until I’m in there, baby, you’re gonna need to settle when I ask you, ’cause right now, I can’t give you what you need to help you sleep.”
I start to pant, and my nipples scrape against his chest with eachinhale. I’m not sure I would be able to handle him; his intensity and rawness are something new to me. The feeling he causes within me from a few words is intimidating.
“Sleep.” He gives me another squeeze.
“So annoying,” I mumble, and I try to fight it, but my eyes slowly slide closed and I relax into his embrace until I fall asleep.
“C’mere,”Wes says, pulling me down into his lap at my kitchen table and kissing me.
“I thought you were going to get Capone?” I breathe when his mouth leaves mine. This morning when he woke me up at the clubhouse, he asked me to spend the day with him before we even got out of bed. I knew I needed to step back, but I just can’t. He’s like a drug I can’t get enough of. So while he went to the bathroom, I found his shirt and slipped it on, along with my jeans and sneakers, and planned what I would make for dinner since it was already after three in the afternoon.
His hand on my thigh traveling up my side brings me back to the moment, and the breath I was about to release gets trapped in my lungs as his fingers come to rest under my breast. My eyes move from his hand to his eyes that are heated, the mint green looking wild and untamed.
“You…in my shirt…no bra…your dark nipples visible…” His eyes lift to meet mine and his hands move to my hips, where he lifts me swiftly to the table in front of him. His face ducks and he pulls one of my nipples into his mouth through the material of his shirt.
“Oh!” I cry as the roughness of the shirt scrapes against my nipple as he tugs. “Wes.” I grab onto his hair as my head drops back, and his mouth moves to my other breast, where he delivers the same treatment.
When his mouth leaves my breast, my eyes flutter open to look athim. His hand wraps around the back of my neck and he pulls my mouth down to his. I tilt my head and my lips part as his tongue slides across my bottom lip. My fingers thread through his hair as I slide off the table and onto his lap, my legs hanging over each side of the chair, my core connecting with the large bulge in his pants.
“Fuck,” he mutters as I rock against him. His head tilts further taking over the kiss before ripping his mouth from mine.
“What?” I ask in a daze.
His head is back, his eyes are closed, and his jaw is tight. “Off,” he commands, and I frown out of confusion. “Off, babe,” he growls.
I scurry off of his lap and go to stand near my fridge with my arms crossed over my chest. The wetness from his mouth on the shirt makes it hard to focus as it rubs across my nipples.
“I’ll be back,” he mutters and leaves without even looking at me. I stand there confused for a few moments, not understanding what the hell just happened then look down when Juice rubs against my legs and meows like he’s confused as well.
