Page 73 of Wedding or Not

“I’m not aggressive!”

“No. Never. I mean you’re usually so sweet and careful and shy.”

“I’m not shy!” I’m not angry. Not at all. But I’ve gotten self-conscious, worrying I’ve been so enthusiastic that Wes has found it off-putting.

Why can’t I do anything normally?

“Well,” he says, relaxing as he must see I’m not genuinely angry or insulted. “You’re sometimes kind of shy, but it’s usually when you’re unsure of the situation. I wasn’t sure if you’d be like that in bed, but I’m damn well pleased you aren’t.”

“Really?” I stroke up and down his chest. It’s a very good chest. I like every part of his body I’ve seen.

“Yes. Nothing could be hotter than the fact that you’re not unsure about this.”

“Okay. But there’s no reason to use the word aggressive.”

“I don’t think aggressive is necessarily bad if it means you’re taking what you want from me.”

I give him a narrow-eyed glare.

“Okay, fine,” he says with a laugh. “You’re not aggressive at all. Even when you pushed me back onto this bed with the force of your… enthusiasm, it wasn’t aggressive.”

I sniff. “If you want a sweet, shy, innocent waif, I can be that.”

“Can you really?”

“I can try.”

He shakes his head and cups my face with both his hands, gazing up at me in something akin to adoration. “Ella, there’s no world in the universe where I could want you to be anything other than you are.”

I gulp. “Oh. Wow.”

“See, I can do better than aggressive. You just have to give me a chance. I haven’t had a lot of practice at this.”

Spilling over with laughter, I lean over to kiss him again. This time he’s wise enough not to distract me with another comment. He fits me against him, spreading my thighs farther as they straddle his middle.

The move aligns our groins, and we both moan into the kiss.

It doesn’t take long until I’m grinding against him again, and Wes is pumping his hips up just slightly with the tempo of his tongue in my mouth.

It’s so hot I’m afraid I might melt into a pool of lust, but the gathering sensations of an orgasm are now developing at my center, so melting isn’t yet an option.

I start making small, rhythmic sounds into his mouth as the pleasure slowly builds from the friction of his body against my clit.

“Oh fuck,” he gasps, turning his head and panting raggedly. “Fuck, baby, if you come just from this, I swear I’m going to come too.”

I whimper as I grow still on top of him. “Would that be so bad?”

“It would be a shame. So if you’re ready, maybe we can get our clothes off and do this all the way.”

“Okay.” I’m faking the huff, not feeling it at all. All my insides are spinning with wild excitement. “Fine. We can fuck the regular way.”

He’s already trying to drag off his underwear, not an easy feat since I’m still on top of him. But he has the wherewithal to tsk his tongue and say, “Language.”

“We can fudge the regular way.”

To my delight, he breaks into uninhibited laughter and keeps laughing until I pull my gown over my head and drop it off the side of the bed.

His laughter chokes in his throat as he stares at me, his eyes running up and down my naked body. “Fudge, baby,” he breathes out.