When he pins it over my head in a swift move, that warmth, the one flowing through my body, melting and pooling all the way down to my core… Yeah, it kicks up a notch from that.I pull back just a little, his lips still grazing mine, and glance up to where he’s holding my wrist against the wall.
“Wes?”His name falls out of my mouth on a sigh, sliding between our lips, and for a second I think he might rethink restraining my arm.We’ve taken the risk, but so far I’m the only one reaping the reward.But then he pulls me tighter against him, his thumb starts to circle on top of my hip bone, and my eyelids flutter.
“We don’t have much time.”
He mutters it so quietly I can’t figure out whether he’s saying it for my benefit or his.His lips move from mine to press against the thrumming pulse in my neck.The feel of his tongue on my skin makes my breath hitch.
“Christ, Iwantto, Jamie.I want to, but one of us needs to keep our wits.”His voice vibrates against my throat, and I nod, agree mindlessly, because my wits are anywhere but here.“But just wait till I get you out of here.Just wait.I’ll do so much better than this.”
It’s a promise.One that draws a shaky exhale from my throat and makes me grip the fingers of my free hand into the muscles of hisback because it’s already so good.I’m pretty sure he can tell.When his hand slides from my hip to the edge of my underwear, dips between the material and my skin, his fingertips grazing lower until they slide easily, slickly, against me, the heavy exhale near my ear is confirmation enough that he can tell.He can tell and he’s pleased about it, too.
My head falls back against the wall as he works his fingers against me.Everything is reduced to feeling—friction, simmering pleasure, and feverish heat.It’s not a race, he’s not rushing, but there’s an urgency to both our movements.It’s the only indication of a distant awareness of anything outside of this room.He uses his thigh to keep the heel of his hand tight against my clit and it draws a moan from my throat.One that’s cut off just as quickly.Not by any self-control on my part.That’s long gone.My eyes snap open, my wrist drops limply back to my side, and I lower my gaze to see his palm clamped over my mouth.Oh,shit…
That’snew.
I shouldn’t like it.The firm pressure of his fingers gripped into my cheek shouldn’t make me moan again.It shouldn’t act like a cheat code, unlocking a secret level that leads straight to where he’s working his hand against me, and I definitely shouldn’t like it when he leans back and says, “Shhh.”My heart smacks rapidly beneath my chest as our eyes lock.He has the gall to smirk darkly.“Don’t give us away when my hands are too busy to reach for a weapon.”
My legs tremble around his, vision blurring from the sensations he’s stirring up with the motions of his fingers.He watches my face for how I react to every stroke and flick and press, and through my own haze I can decipher that his gaze is dark, desirous.I’m at his mercy, but there’s no place I’d rather be.
“Is this okay?”he asks, and I don’t know what he’s asking about specifically, but I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been.Nerve endings that have lain dormant pulse, and ache, and prepare for release.Everything he’s doing feels so good, so I nod beneath his palm, sliding both hands underneath his shirt to grip the small of his back and move with him, grateful for the warmth and soft pressure of his fingers against my lips.
He winces when I dig my nails into his skin during a particularly well-directed stroke of his thumb, shaking his head like it reconfigured something in his brain before he doubles down on the way his thumb works against my clit.Two fingers slide into me and curl up on the way back out in a way that makes me shudder.If an ax burst through the door beside me right now, I think I’d be more disappointed than terrified at this point.Especially when Wes drops his mouth to my neck again, lips and tongue and teeth tracing across my skin, tempting more muffled sounds from my lips.Everything that’s happening—what he’s doing, whatI’mdoing—it’s too much and just enough and genre-defying all at once.I want to cry and laugh and scream and give a giant middle finger to that fucking psycho outside becauseSee?You haven’t ruined everything.
Every now and then Wes lifts his chin to murmur low words in my ear that have me panting into his hand.The most replay-worthy quotes being: “I’m gonna have dreams about you in this dress for a long time.Taking it off you.Having you keep it on like this… Really vivid dreams, Jamie.”
Which makes it worth every cent of interest it racked up on my credit card.
“God, you’re killing me.You’re making me so—Justwatchingyou.It’s taking everything not to just—Fuck… you’rekillingme.”
I know.God, I know from the way I can feel him pressed against my thigh.I hope we can do this again.I really hope I can help him out with that next time.
“I can’t wait to learn every little thing about you.I can’t wait to hear what you sound like when we’re alone without my hand coveringyour mouth.Although…” He lifts his head to look at me after he says that.The knowing tilt at the corner of his mouth akin to throwing kerosene onto an already raging bonfire.“You might like this, huh?”
Yep, I think I might.I think he has the ability to make me like things I’ve probably never considered.
And just when I think it can’t get any better, when I know I’mthisclose, his thumb stops circling.He just presses it against me, hard, consistent, unyielding, and that’s the cue.Roll the tape of rockets blasting off, waves crashing, fireworks igniting, atomic bombs exploding.
My back arches as his mouth rakes up my bared throat, and release flares through my body.Sharp and violent.I shake against him, and for the first time tonight it isn’t from fear, as tension and terror leave my body in a rush.All I’m left with is his breath on my face, his fingers stroking slowly, softly, between my legs, and the wet warmth of his skin against my mouth as I gasp into his palm.His grip loosens over my mouth to slide around and cup the side of my face, my chest heaving as I drop my head back against the wall.It’s like I’ve had a hand wrapped around my throat the last few hours, loose enough to let me breathe but tight enough to make it an effort, and now I’ve been pulled from its grip.
“Jamie?”
I open my eyes and everything is blurry.Wes’s voice is concerned.He goes to back away from me and I grip my fingers into his waist to stop him.
“Are you okay?Did I—?”
It’s then I feel the warm tears drip down my cheeks and they are… very out of place, considering I definitely enjoyed what just happened.If Laurie were here, she’d be able to offer some kind of logical explanation.Chalk it up to a physiological reaction in response to external stimulation and then pin me with a wicked smirk as she let the double meaning of her conclusion settle like blood on vinyl.Butwhile Laurie’s and my relationship extends beyond normal boundaries, I would draw the line with her being present, let alone providing commentary, on what just happened.
And so I maintain my hold on Wes, nodding as I direct a teary smile up to him and try to get my breathing under control.He keeps me propped against the wall, wiping away streaks of pink on my cheeks—the usual date night mix of tears and blush and blood—as he slips his other hand out of my underwear and slides it across to my hip, down my thigh.His arm wraps around my waist after he pulls the hem back into place.
“Wes…” His name comes out of my mouth throaty and raw, but I don’t know what I plan on saying.I don’t know if my brain has enough oxygen to form sentences.
“Just breathe, baby.”
I follow his directions without too much protest.He is the first officer at the scene, after all, but the new term of endearment doesn’t go unmissed.If anything, it makes me feel like I might do that ugly laugh-cry-hiccup most Leading Ladies can get away with, but I know I certainly can’t.
“This might be—” he says, his lips falling upon mine in a savoring press before he pulls away and shakes his head, “—the best and worst first date I’ve ever been on.”
That pulls the ugly laugh-cry-hiccup from me.When I can feel my legs again, when my breathing evens out, I lift myself off the support of his thigh and straighten on unsteady feet.Wes doesn’t let go.
