Wes’s chest rose and fell, his breaths uneven. Turmoil flickered in his eyes, and I saw it all—anger, denial,longing. “I’m not—” he started, then looked away. “I don’t have feelings for you like that.”
My heart twisted, even knowing that was a damn lie. I grabbed his chin and held it so he was forced to meet my gaze. “That’s bullshit, and you know it. Stop being a damncoward.”
His nostrils flared, the muscle in his cheek ticcing. “Stop.”
“No.Youstop. Stop fighting what you feel.”
We stared at each other for a long moment, the only sound between us our ragged breathing. I shook my head. “Coward.”
Wes’s eyes darkened. But he still didn’t budge.
So I leaned closer and whispered in his face. “Coward!”
I saw the exact moment he broke. If I hadn’t already been out of my mind, I might’ve been a little nervous at the determination on his face. Wes stepped forward, forcing me to take a step back, then another and another—until my back hit the kitchen wall. “Is this really what you want? Me to fuck you while I’m pissed off?”
“No.” I moved in so close our noses were touching. “I want you to fuck me like you hate me.”
His eyes flared, but before I could say another word, his hands were on my face and his mouth crushed against mine. I’d never felt such passion, such raw need. The kiss was fierce, borderline punishing, yet underneath I caught what he was trying to hide: Relief. Surrender. The weight of all the things I already knew were true, but he couldn’t yet allow himself to accept. I fisted his shirt, dragging him closer, and kissed him back with everything I had.
Wes reached down, gripped beneath my thigh, and suddenly my feet left the ground. My legs wrapped around his waist, holding on as his body pinned mine against the wall. He wound his hand into my hair and yanked my head back, making me gasp. Sucking his way down my neck, his teeth grazed along sensitive skin. He moved lower and nipped at my collarbone.
I let out a sound that was somewhere between a cry and a moan, and Wes responded by growling and sinking his teeth into the flesh of my shoulder. It was sharpenough to sting, yet I loved it.Loved, loved, loved it.Clawing at his back, I understood exactly how he felt—desperate to leave marks.
Wes’s breaths were ragged bursts as he continued lower, working his mouth along the top of my exposed cleavage. My nipples hardened, straining against the fabric of my shirt, desperate for attention. One hand stayed locked under me, keeping me supported, while the other slipped between us. I heard the scrape of the metal as he unbuckled his belt, followed by the rasp of his zipper lowering. The sound left me trembling with need, a hungry pulse throbbing between my legs.
He shoved his jeans down just enough, and then his fingers hooked into my panties and yanked them aside. He groaned. “Christ, you’re soaked, and I haven’t even touched you yet.”
“That means you don’t need to waste time,” I breathed. “I need you inside me now, Wes.”
“You trust me to always protect you?”
“Yes.”
“Then you’re getting me raw. Need to feel every bit of you when you come around my cock.”
My body hummed like a live wire, electric currents racing through me. He wasn’t even inside yet, and I was already barreling toward orgasm. “I’m on the pill.”
He fisted his cock and guided it to my opening. Surging forward, he slid into me in one deep, claiming thrust. The picture on the wall next to us rattled and nearly fell off the hook, but even the house falling down wouldn’t have stopped us. With a string of curses, Wes pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back in. He did it again and again, over and over. It was hard, fast, and unrelenting, but exactly the way we both needed it.Every thrust slammed me against the wall, every grind sent fire racing through me.
Wes took my mouth again, kissing me with the same desperation that had him driving into me. My nails dug into his shoulders, and I rocked with him.
“Fuck. Need my cum deep inside you.” He gripped one thigh and lifted it higher, pushing in at a slight angle that rubbed against the perfect spot inside me.
My body began pulsing on its own. “Yes…yes…just like that.” I arched into him, moaning, letting my orgasm swallow my words.
“I feel you,” he growled. “Feel you gripping me like a fist.”
Wes kept going, fucking me until my body shattered and I had nothing left. With a roar, he pumped once, twice, then sank deep and stilled, jerking inside of me as he unloaded. I could feel the heat seeping through my body.
After, we collapsed onto the kitchen floor together. I offered a spent, goofy smile. “It’s about damn time.”
Wes’s laugh was a deep rumble. “You’re going to be the death of me. If not one way, then the other.”
I poked my finger to his chest. “That’s not even funny.”
He slipped his hands under my ass and lifted, taking me with him as he climbed to his feet. “That shouldn’t have happened like that.”
I stiffened. “What are you talking about?”
