Wes keeps kissing me as he drops one hand to my bare thigh and slowly drags it up to the waistband of my shorts. I tense with anticipation, forgetting to breathe until he laughs against my lips. His second stroke up my leg ends with his hand sliding under the shorts, cutting off his laughter with a raspy, “No underwear?”
He doesn’t give me a chance to reply, not that he needs one. He can feel my bare skin for himself, his fingers slowly moving down along my hip before sinking between my thighs and pressing firmly. I whimper at the pleasure of it, the lingering traces of pain in my head forgotten as he grinds his palm down. My hips jerk involuntarily, a breathlessmorefalling off my tongue.
Wes gives me what I need, fingers sinking lower until they slide through slick heat. “I did this to you.” His voice is full of satisfaction as he teases me, vowels slipping into each other in an accent as strong as I’ve ever heard it. “Tell me you’re this wet because of me.”
I make an incoherent noise, not capable of answering whenWes slides a finger into me, the touch almost too gentle. Tightening my grip in his hair, I drag his mouth back to mine in a silent plea.
“I got you, darlin’.” His touch turns firmer, two fingers sliding in and curling as his thumb goes to work on my clit. We’re both still fully dressed, his hand down my pants like we’re teenagers in the back seat of a car. I don’t care one bit. It feels so good that I don’t realize I’m about to come until the orgasm screams through me, leaving my thighs quivering and the rest of me limp.
“Just give me a second.” Air saws out of my lungs as I rub my thigh against his hard cock. “That was…you’re…good.”
Wes chuckles, easing his hips away from me and stealing another kiss, back to gentle and sweet. “How’s the pain?”
I blink, the last bits of it no longer lingering. “Gone.”
“Good.” He kisses the tip of my nose and pulls back. “You should be able to get back to sleep now.”
“But what about…You didn’t…”
Wes rolls off the bed and doesn’t make a secret of adjusting the bulge in his pants. “Wasn’t about me. We need to get an early start tomorrow if you’re up for it. I’ll take care of myself tonight.” He swoops in for another kiss, this one full of need and promise. “But don’t worry, darlin’, I’ll think of you the whole time.”
Chapter Twelve
Thankfully, the combo of extrasleep, a hot shower, and some prescription meds—and okay, definitely Wes too—banish the last traces of the migraine overnight. I’m awake an hour before my alarm, unsurprising with a four-hour nap in the mix.
Instead of getting up right away, I watch the blinking light on the smoke detector above my head. What the hell happens now? Wes kissed me last night. Bought me dinner,kissedme, and then gave me probably the best orgasm I’ve ever had with a guy.
And then he just…left.
It’s exactly what I’d expect from him. Or it was, before all those kisses that felt far more like a promise than a conquest. He didn’t exactly treat me like a hookup last night. He took care of me, was sweeter than any guy I’ve been with, not to mention the very obvious fact that he got me off without expecting anything. And not in the way that’s happened to mebefore, with promises and assurances they just wanted to give me pleasure, only to sulk when I didn’t take it upon myself to return the favor.
And there was that moment, that cozy, intimate moment that felt so good, so right. I was the one who got overwhelmed and turned it into something else. I was the one who asked him to touch me. Wes waited for my cues.
Was it just pity? Another of his games? It felt real. Itsoundedreal when he murmureddarlin’over my skin like a prayer.
The amount of energy I’m putting into this particular thought spiral over his motivations is exactly why I’ve avoided what happened last night for so long.
Determined to carry on like normal, I yawn my way through getting dressed and, one quick google later, find a local café with decent reviews. I load up on coffee, breakfast sandwiches, and a couple of pastries for the road, and then text Wes for his room number once I’m back in the hotel parking lot.
My mind blanks when he opens the door wearing only a towel and a smirk. “Just got out of the shower,” he says unnecessarily, water droplets clinging to his chest and disappearing into the towel clutched at his hip. There’s a faint line of ink peeking out just above the towel, another tattoo I haven’t seen yet.
“Breakfast.” The one-word greeting is all I can manage with a desert in my throat before jerking out the hand holding his coffee.
The sight of Wes, ink shimmering on his wet skin, grinning at me before taking a sip of coffee and letting out a little satisfied groan, should be illegal. Especially after leaving me with the mental image of himtaking care of himselflast night.I’m a case of arson in the making if the heat in my cheeks is anything to go by.
“Unless you want to be breakfast, I’m goin’ to need you to stop lookin’ at me like that,” he says in a lazy, exaggerated drawl that reminds me far too much of last night.
Only half paying attention, I follow a water droplet as it sinks down, down, down his chest and abdomen. Maybe I wouldn’t mind returning last night’s favor.
“Sloane.” It’s more of a growl than my name and far sexier than it has any right to be.
I jerk my eyes up. “You’re the one who answered the door likethat.” I slip past the open bathroom door to perch on the edge of the unmade bed. “Could have at least put on some damn pants.”
Wes is still laughing when he steps into the bathroom, leaving the door cracked. “How’s the morning refresh looking?”
I take a sip of my coffee and double check the forecast on my phone, something in me easing at how normal he’s acting. Maybe he really did mean it last night that he wasn’t expecting anything in return. “Decent,” I call back, willing my body to settle.
Whatever may or may not be happening between us, I can’t let it interfere. I’ve spent far too many years watching my mom drop everything else in her life for the sake of a man. I’ll be damned if I turn into her now. In fact, what I should do is tell Wes in no uncertain terms that last night was a mistake.
