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He rocked back on his heels. “As much as I would love to be there—not just for you, but to meet your elusive friend after all these years—I’ll be at my parents’ next weekend for their fortieth wedding anniversary.”
“You’ll be missed,” Weston deadpanned.
I thought maybe he wasn’t happy Luca was involved now. Or maybe he was being sincere. Weston’s innate grumpiness made him hard to read at times.
Luca disappeared into the restroom, leaving Weston and me alone.
I heaved a sigh, worry worming its way into my stomach. Weston dipped down, brushing his lips over mine. When he pulled back, there was a trace of a grin on his mouth.
“Come home with me.”
I nodded.
We were really doing this.
Chapter Twenty-four
Elise
AssoonasWestonclosed his apartment door, he was on me, his hands in my hair, his mouth slanting over mine. The way he was kissing me was nothing like the sweet pecks in the bar. He’d been freed from his restraints. All the rules he’d been following had fallen away. His teeth scraped over my lips. His tongue licked into my mouth, deep, tasting. I moaned and fell backward, hitting a wall. Weston followed me, pressing himself flush.
My nails dug into his chest, wildness overwhelming me—everythingabout what was happening overwhelming me. We’d been finished with this side of our relationship. Just friends. Then everything had changed.
I was trying to catch up, but Weston wasn’t giving me a second to think.
Did I even want to?
This man was who I wanted. Friendship was never going to be enough, not with how close we had become and how strong my feelings were for him.
“West,” I moaned against his lips.
“Yes.” He tugged my hair and pushed his thick cock into my belly. “I’ve been waiting to hear you say that again.”
“West.” My lashes fluttered. He kissed my nose, then bent his head to lick a line up the side of my neck. My knees were weak, but he had me propped against the wall. Anchored.
His hand was in my dress, beneath my bra, squeezing and rubbing my nipple. I worked at his buttons, frustrated there were so damn many on his dress shirt. I was close to ripping it off when I got the last one undone and could drag my palms over his heated skin.
Suddenly, he straightened, meeting my eyes. He took my head in both of his hands, taking a long time to stare at me. I felt the weight of his gaze in my chest, so heavy and filled with a thousand words. There was vulnerability Weston almost never showed. It hit me hard.
“I’ll be your friend, Elise, but I can’t be only that. It’s impossible.”
I pushed up on my toes and pressed my lips to his. “I missed you so much.”
“I missed you too. You have no idea.”
We’d spent every spare moment together but had held ourselves apart. Now that was over.
Weston took me to his bedroom, shedding his clothes like old skin along the way. We’d avoided his bedroom in all the time we’d spent together. I hadn’t even set foot inside. Later, I’d explore it. Right now, the man sitting on the edge of his bed, pulling me between his spread knees, was my entire focus.
Weston tugged the bow at my hip, and my wrap dress fell open. He shoved it the rest of the way off, leaving me in my black satin bra and emerald-green lacy boy shorts.
He gripped my hips and rubbed his forehead on my stomach, releasing a shuddering breath. Then he kissed the indent of my belly button. I had never been comfortable with another man paying any attention to my stomach, but everything was different with Weston.
When we were alone, there was only us. Two people who craved each other. There was no part of him I wouldn’t kiss or savor, no part that didn’t turn me on and make me want him even more, and I knew from experience he felt the exact same way.
Weston didn’t do things he didn’t want to. He didn’t lie or pretend. If he told me I was gorgeous and kissed my soft stomach, it was real.
“My beautiful fucking girl,” he murmured as he edged down my underwear, kissing my exposed skin.
