“There is no 'what if.'I love you, Thea.Whatever you're afraid of, it can’t change how I feel.Nothing could change that.”
She closed her eyes.When she opened them again, they were bright with unshed tears.
“Make love to me,” she said.“Please.I need to feel you.”
He didn't understand what she was so afraid of.But if she needed him tonight, there wasn’t a thing that would hold him back.
He would give her anything.
He kissed her—soft at first, then deeper when her mouth opened beneath his.Her fingers worked at his cravat, his coat, pushing away layers until her palms pressed flat against his chest.She trembled beneath his touch.
“We can take this slow,” he murmured against her lips.
“I don't want slow.”She pulled back to meet his eyes.“I want you.All of you.Now.”
He untied her dressing robe and pushed it off her shoulders, then gathered the hem of her night rail and lifted it over her head.When she stood bare before him, he let his gaze travel down her body.The swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the dark curls between her thighs.
“Don't just tell me I’m beautiful,” she teased.
“I was going to remind you that you are mine.”He stripped off his own clothes and watched her eyes drop to his cock, already hard and aching for her.“Lie down on the bed, sweetheart.”
She obeyed, stretching out on the sheets.He climbed over her and kissed her—long and deep—his hands exploring her body.He cupped her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers until she gasped against his mouth.
“I love you,” he said, kissing down her neck, her collarbone.“Every inch of your body.”He closed his mouth over her nipple and sucked.She arched into him with a moan.“I can’t wait to have you in our bed.”He moved to her other breast, teasing with his tongue.“Making you beg for more.”
“Wesley—”
“Not yet.”He kissed down her stomach, her hip, the crease of her thigh.“I've thought about this.Having you spread out beneath me.”He settled between her legs and pressed a kiss to her inner thigh.“I’ve tortured myself wondering how sweet you would taste.”
He licked along her seam and groaned at finally having his tongue there.She tasted as perfect as he always knew she would.And she was already wet, her body ready for him.
He circled her sensitive bud with his tongue, making her hips jerk.His tongue worked in long, slow strokes.She moaned.Then he slid two fingers inside her, curving them upward while he sucked, making her cry out his name.
“That's it,” he murmured against her thigh.“But do be careful not to wake the house.”
He worked her with his mouth and fingers, building her pleasure with deliberate patience.Her thighs trembled around his head.Her hands fisted in his hair, pulling him closer.
“Wesley—I'm going to—”
He slowed his pace, backing her away from the edge, and she whimpered in protest.“I want to watch you fall apart.Look at me, Thea.”
She opened her eyes.And there it was—that wall, the same distance from when he first arrived.Even now, with his mouth on her, she was holding something back.
He held her gaze and increased his pace, his tongue working her most sensitive spot while his fingers thrust inside her.“Come for me, sweetheart.I want to taste you when you come.”
She shattered, her back arching off the bed, her core tightening around his fingers.He licked her through it, keeping his gaze fixed on hers.
When he climbed back on top of her, she pulled him down into a fierce kiss, her tongue sliding against his, tasting herself.Her hand wrapped around his cock, stroking him, and he groaned into her mouth.
“I need you inside me,” she breathed.“Now, Wes.”
He positioned himself at her entrance and pushed in, inch by inch, watching her face as he stretched her open.Her lips parted, her eyes fluttered, and he had to stop himself from driving into her all at once.
“You feel so good.”He bottomed out and held himself still, savoring the tight heat of her around him.She felt even better than she had last night.“Nothing has ever been this perfect.”
Her hips rocked against him.“Wesley, please—”
He withdrew and thrust back in, setting a rhythm that was slow and deep.Each stroke stretched her and made her moan, and he then angled his hips to hit a spot that made her gasp.
