“Milly, we can’t,” he said, turning away slightly. “I shouldn’t have…”
“Yes,” she whispered, “you should.” He studied her for a few seconds, then she leaned toward him and kissed him. He quickly wrapped his arms around her, all hesitation gone, one hand reaching back for her rear and pulling her into him, the other traveling up her spine. The kiss wasn’t gentle now, it was hungry. His lips parted and she felt his tongue, the taste of him unblocking something primal in her. She ran her hands across his strong shoulders and down his back, pulling him to her, wanting him closer. She could feel the heat emanating from him, warming her. They were pressed together but it wasn’t close enough.
He slowly unzipped her dress all the way down her back, kissing her neck, her collarbone, her chest, the soft touch of his fingers following the zipper down. He began to unfasten her bra.
“I was not expecting this,” she murmured as she looked up to the ceiling, then her eyes closed as she felt his soft fingers on her skin, each touch a new wave of ecstasy.
“Neither was I,” he said, his lips hovering over hers now. “But I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you right now.” He kissed her again, slowly this time, letting her savor every second. “You’re so damn beautiful.”
She pulled his T-shirt over his head and felt her stomach flip again at the sight of his tanned, smooth skin on his sculpted body.
“They could come back,” Milly said, almost too overtaken with lust to care.
“They could,” he said, “but they won’t, not for a while.”
Wes got up from where he sat and locked the door.
When he returned, he slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders and stepped out of his trousers, then he walked the two of them backward to the sofa where he lay Milly down. He lowered his bodyon hers, the weight of him, the heat of him, the sensation of so much of him against her making her crazy with desire.
Milly couldn’t think straight as his mouth traveled down her neck, his hands moving down her stomach and slipping beneath her lace underwear. She had never been touched like this before, ever, and it was a whole world of pleasure opening up to her. His chest on hers, her thighs wrapping around him, pulling him closer. She wanted to feel every inch of his skin pressed against hers and she couldn’t wait any longer. She felt for him fast and desperate. He groaned, bowing his head to her shoulder.
“Milly,” he murmured, “are you sure?”
“Yes,” she said, pulling him into her. “Yes,” she repeated, breathless now, when they finally moved together as if they had been made for this.
She pulled him toward her, pressing herself to him, desperate to feel more of him, and he did everything her touch asked, moving deeper into her as she arched her back, gripping the back of the sofa until she couldn’t take it anymore. His name rushed out of her in a desperate cry. Wes groaned into her neck and pulled her hips to him again and again and one final time before collapsing next to her, pulling her close and not letting her go.
Milly let out a sigh of deep and dreamy relief, pleasure, and utter, melting relaxation.
They lay in a sweaty heap, content. “I think I’m in a state of shock,” Milly said softly.
“I’m in a state of bliss,” Wes said, tracing the outline of her collarbone with his finger.
“So, medical school?” Milly said.
“That’s right,” Wes said. “I always wanted to be a doctor.”
“Well, you certainly understand the human body,” Milly said, and he laughed.
“I just can’t believe I’m here with you.”
“Me neither,” he said, “but somehow I think it was inevitable.”
“What do you mean?” she asked, smiling.
“I don’t know, there’s just something about you, something magnetic. You undid me. But I think I may have been a bad influence on you.”
“You certainly have,” she said.
She didn’t want to move, to leave his side. She wanted to stay tucked into his warm embrace, her body pressed against his until the sun came up, but she couldn’t.
After a while she turned to him. “I have to go; I don’t want to, but I have to,” she whispered. “The others could be back any minute.”
“I know,” he said as she stood and picked up her dress, then he leaned down to kiss her again before zipping her up.
He threw on his shirt and trousers and pulled her toward him. “You…” He breathed into her hair. “You’re incredible.”
And she carried that with her across the lawn, into her house, and upstairs to her room, where she turned out the light and lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling feeling as if she were forever changed. She couldn’t sleep right away, her mind racing, her body still wound up and buzzing. It wasn’t until she lay there and tried to still her mind that she realized how perfunctory things had been with Lloyd, how detached they had seemed from one another. She’d been so young when they married, and never having known any other way, she’d thought that was normal. But after being with Wes and experiencing how much he wanted her and how he even seemed to need her, she realized what she’d been missing. A strange and unfamiliar surge of femininity ran through her—an energy, powerful and womanly pulsing from her head to her toes. It was a feeling that she had lost, or maybe she’d never had it to begin with. But now she knew what was possible.
