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He tried, but failed miserably. His body ached with want and left him with an unsettled feeling in his chest.
He wanted her. In a way that made it clear that what he craved was more than just her body. No matter how many times he tried to tell himself otherwise.
“Wes?” There was a knock at the bathroom door that led to his room.
He cleared his throat and edged closer to the door.
“I hate to bother you, but I can’t find another towel.”
“Sorry about that.” Wes groaned. He meant to restock the towels after he’d taken his shower earlier. “I’ll get you one.”
Wes retrieved some towels from the hallway linen closet and returned to the door. He took a deep breath before he knocked. “Got them.”
Bree cracked open the door slightly. The room was still filled with steam and her hair hung in wet curls that clung to her face.
“Thank you.” She reached one arm out while shielding her body with the door. “I’ll be out in a second, if you need to get in here.”
“All I want is you.” His gaze held hers. “Naked. In my bed.”
Her eyes widened with surprise. She closed the door and bustled around the bathroom, but still hadn’t answered him.
Wes groaned, his forehead pressed to the bathroom door. Brianna had gotten under his skin in a way no other woman had. Maybe it was good she hadn’t accepted his proposition. She was saving him from himself.
Suddenly, the door opened and she stood before him in one of the fuzzy, cream-colored towels he’d just given her. She gave him a shy smile, but heat raged in her brown eyes.
“I believe you invited me to your room. Does the offer still stand?” Bree seemed to enjoy the stunned look on his face.
He didn’t speak. Didn’t nod. Instead, he leaned down, cradled her head and pressed his mouth to hers. Slipped his tongue inside her warm, minty mouth. Pressed his body against hers.
Bree wrapped her arms around him, her hands pressed to his back as she murmured softly, her head tilted.
Her skin was soft and warm and she smelled sweet and sensual. He wanted to taste every inch of her heated skin. Make love to her until they were both sweaty, exhausted and fully satisfied.
Wes slid his hands to her back, then down to her bottom, pulling her against him. He let out a soft sigh at the intense pleasure of her wet heat pressed against him there. He slid his hands beneath the towel, gripped her naked flesh before he lifted her into his arms and carried her to his bed.
Bree’s smile was hesitant. Filled with want and need. And something more. Something that tugged at his chest and felt oddly familiar.
He didn’t have time to ruminate over it. She took his face into her hands and pulled his mouth down to hers. Kissed him slow and sweet in a way that revved up his body and ignited a flame deep in his chest. It was a feeling that could only mean trouble for both of them.
Wes stripped Bree of her towel and shed his T-shirt and boxers. He trailed kisses from her neck to her center, wet and glistening. Tasted her there. Lapped at her with his tongue while teasing her with his fingers. Until she shattered, her knees trembling and her lips pressed together to muffle her whimpers.
He kissed his way back up to her belly. Laved her hardened, beaded nipples as he slid inside her and rocked them both into a delicious abandon that made him want to forget everything but her.
“You’re an incredible woman, Brianna Evans. In every way.” Wes kissed her damp forehead and held her tight against him. “Thank you.”
Bree was silent for a moment before she pressed a hand to his chest and lifted her head so her eyes met his. “Thank you for what?”
“For being here with me.” Wes pulled the damp, curly strands of hair back and tucked them behind her ear so he could study her elegant features in the moonlight. He kissed her cheek. “For being so kind and thoughtful to my mother.”
She smiled softly. “Thank you for letting me meet her. I know that isn’t something you usually do.”
He chuckled. “Try never.”
“Why?” Bree hesitated before continuing. “Most guys who feel that way…to be honest, they’re probably doing womankind a favor by not getting deeply involved with anyone. But you aren’t like that. You’re a genuinely good man. You deserve to be happy. To have a full life. So why are you so dead set against getting involved?”
