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“Your concept for the tournament was best, so it’s good you were strong enough to resist my charms.” She glided a hand up his bare chest. “But I won when it really counted.”
“I assume you’re talking about when I gave in on other aspects of the tournament—like the stage layout and the celebrities we invited.” His sexy mouth curved in a knowing grin that did wicked things to her. Made her want to do wicked things to him.
“Then, too.” Bree’s cheeks tightened as she tried to hold back a smirk.
Wes kissed her, tightening his grip on her waist as one hand drifted down to squeeze her bottom, pulling her hard against the ridge beneath the fly of his jeans.
She parted her lips and he slipped his warm tongue inside her mouth. Her heart beat faster and her temperature rose as he kissed her hard and deep, with a passion that made her dizzy with want.
Wes turned her around and slipped the shirt from her shoulders. He loosened her bra and let it drift to the floor. When he teased her hardened nipples, her spine stiffened and she sucked in a breath.
He turned her head, capturing her mouth in a bruising kiss that made her core pulse. Wes trailed a hand down her belly, slipping it inside her panties, damp with her desire for him. He teased the bundle of nerves as she moved against his hand. Her heart beat faster as pleasure built in her core. When he pulled his hand away, she released an involuntary whimper, desperate for release.
His eyes met hers, his chest heaving. What she saw there made her weak with want. Wes’s gaze radiated heat, passion and raw emotion.
His gaze mirrored everything she’d been feeling. An emotion she hadn’t wanted to name. One that felt a lot like love. And looked like what she saw reflected in Wesley’s eyes.
Wes took her to his bed and made love to her. It was intensely passionate, but also deeply emotional, in a way it hadn’t been before. Things had shifted between them.
Body trembling and her climax building as he held her gaze, something suddenly became very clear.
She wanted to be his. Now and always.
He seemed to want it, to ache for it, too.
Bree blurted out the thing that was on her heart. The one thing she hadn’t wanted to say aloud.
“Wes, I love you.”
Wes, still recovering from his own release, seemed stunned by Bree’s admission.
She’d read him wrong. Had seen what she so desperately wanted to see.
Wes lay beside her, awkward silence stretching between them, making the seconds feel like minutes. Finally, he turned on his side, his head propped on his fist. “Bree, I—I…”
“It’s okay.” Bree sat up abruptly, her words accompanied by a nervous laugh that only seemed to make him pity her. She dragged her fingers through her hair. “I shouldn’t have said that. I was just…you know.” She swiped a finger beneath her eye. “Let’s talk about something else while I pretend not to be embarrassed that I just said that.”
“You have nothing to be embarrassed about, Bree.” He stroked her arm. “It isn’t you, I swear. I just can’t—”
“Please…don’t.” She inhaled deeply, then forced a painful smile as tears sprung from her eyes. She quickly wiped them away. “Let’s talk about something else. Anything. Please.”
“Okay.” He sat up, too. “Can I get you a glass of wine or something?”
“Wine would be great. Thank you.”
While he moved about the kitchen, Bree turned on the bedside lamp, retrieved her underwear and slipped on a T-shirt and a pair of his boxers, since her pajamas were already packed in her luggage. She sat in one of the chairs near the window in his bedroom.
“The French Bordeaux Sauternes we bought at Borough Market.” He handed her a glass.
Her hand trembled slightly as she accepted the glass. She took a long sip. Concentrated on the balance of sweetness and acidity. The flavor notes of apricot and honey. Anything but the fact that she’d just admitted to Wes that she loved him.
* * *
Wes joined her in the sitting area by the window, the space where he often sat and read in the mornings before he would start his day.
He swallowed hard. The words he wanted to say lodged painfully in his throat.
