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It’s impossible to think of anything other than him and the expansiveness in mychest.
He’s watching me, waiting. As though his words are the simplest thing in theworld.
And maybe theyare.
That’s the last thought I have before I shift onto Wes’s lap and cover his mouth withmine.
Yup, I’m kissing Wes again, and it’s nothing like the first twotimes.
For one, because we’re not inpublic.
For two, because no matter what he said a few hours ago, he’s kissing me back, his lips eager, his hands grabbing me with a roughness that’s new andsexy.
The air is crushed from my lungs as my back hits thecouch.
Yeah, I’m definitely a step late in this dance, because Wes flips me over as if the deliberateness he wields like a weapon has desertedhim.
The leather is cold against my low back where my shirt’s ridden up, and I officially give zero fucks about the remote control digging into my shoulder blade. My fingers tug on his hair, his tongue tangles with mine, and his hips rub againstme.
He’s awake everywhere now, his body pinning me down and his hands running overme.
And Wes is on ThePlan.
At least physically, because his erection’s digging into my hip as if it wants to beat me intosubmission.
I think I want thattoo.
I arch against him because I’ve been thinking about this since Friday. No,before.
His mouth moves to my jaw, and I moan. In support or complaint, I’m not sure… until it runs down my collarbone. When it brushes over my breast through the thin T-shirt, I decide it was definitelysupport.
“Wes, wait,” I pant, pulling back an inch and feeling his chest flex under my hands in protest. But I have to say something, because if he stops now, I might die. “You said you didn’t want this. Whatchanged?”
At close range, his gaze is dark with heat and full of the same intelligence that hooked me from the beginning. “What changed is you’re not trying to push me away by fucking me.” He tucks a piece of hair behind my ear. “Which makes the idea a hell of a lot moreappealing.”
My damp fingers trail along the leather couch at my side as I swallow. He’s right. I’m not trying to push him away at all. If I could drag him inside me, hold him there forever, Iwould.
“Okay,then.”
“‘Okay, then’ what?” he saysevenly.
I haul Wes’s mouth back tomine.
God, his smile feels even better than itlooks.
It’s three in the morning, my heart is beating out of my chest, and the most serious guy I know is laughing aboutit.
I take my turn, my hands running down his ropey arms. He feels damn fantastic, and it’s not just his body. (Although, holy hell, his body. I want to lick himeverywhere.)
Just like the dressed version of Wes, this one’s precise. Every touch is efficient but eager at the same time, as if I’m a problem he’s solved in that Rubik’s cube brain of his, but he’s really fucking glad he gets to doit.
I pull at his T-shirt, and he helps me get it off. My breath shudders out on a groan. “Dammit, Wes, is this from boxing?” I drag a finger down his pecs, slowly tracing the lines all the way to hisabs.
God, he’s sexy, and when his muscles jump under my touch, I do itagain.
“It’s fromsciencing.”
His solemn response has me laughing. I’m caught between admiring him and wanting to drape myself onhim.
