Us.
A damn thunderstorm.
My arousal had reached a pinnacle, something I couldn’t come down from. I felt the same way now, like I was floating on a cloud of bliss, ruined for anything or anyone else.
“Oh God,” I whispered, digging my nails in his scalp as he moved, slow, then fast, then slow.
He was tearing me apart, driving me crazy in the best way, then fusing me back together. I’d lost all control, and I was hopeless to stop the destruction. But …
“I’m coming,” I announced, as my orgasm ripped through me, shattering me into tiny pieces.
Wes gripped my chin with one hand, sucking my tongue into his mouth as he succumbed to his pleasure. We stayed like that for a moment, tangled in each other. Seconds later, the shower stopped, and I was flying. Soon I was lying flat, engulfed by the soft fabric of his comforter as he dried me off with a plush towel. Slowly.
The simple touch of his hands to my body lit the smoldering fire between us again. But instead of making love to me again, he climbed into bed and wrapped his arms around my waist.
“Sleep,” he commanded against my ear.
His words had the opposite effect as my body tensed. The haze was fading fast and my mind started drifting to tomorrow. What would happen when I woke up? Could I handle it?
I need to go.
“Bug,” he muttered against my skin. “Tomorrow is another day. We don’t have to make any promises.”
I swallowed against the hard lump in my throat. The tenderness he’d shown, the way he’d taken care of me tonight, nearly made me lose my composure. But …
I’m so sleepy.
Torn, I considered slipping out in the middle of the night—after he fell asleep. There would be no awkward goodbyes, no weird solution to the problem, no morning wood, no repeats.
As my eyes fluttered closed again, I cemented the deal with myself. Sleep now. Escape later.
I woke with a start, my eyes frantically searching in the dark for anything that seemed familiar. Glancing over my shoulder, I noticed the bed was empty.Where the hell is Wes?
The bathroom door was ajar slightly, providing a sliver of soft light in the massive bedroom. Scanning the area, I took in the rich mahogany wood, tall ceilings, floor-to-ceiling windows, and dark furniture.
Briefly, I wondered if a woman had decorated the space. It felt too sleek, too modern. Jealousy flared to life, starting low in my belly and spreading upward to my heart.
I let out a heavy sigh, raked my fingers through my still damp hair. I didn’t need a mirror to know I looked a hot mess.
Where are my clothes?
My eyes caught the white fabric of my hoodie draped over a chair in the corner. I scooted off the bed and tiptoed to the chair. My shorts were nowhere to be found, so I slipped my hoodie on and zipped it up.
“Where are you going?”
I jumped, clutching my chest. “Oh shit.” I tried to steady my breath. “You scared me.” My eyes landed on him, seated in another chair on the far side of the room. “What are you doing over there?”
He stood, setting a glass of amber-colored liquid on a small table. “Waiting for you to wake up and try to leave.”
A blush worked its way up my neck as I assessed him, looking like a glorious specimen of lean muscle. The low light from the bathroom gave me a view of his large, naked frame.
“Do you just drink liquor without any clothes on?” My voice came out raspier and more unsure than I’d hoped. “I mean, I’m sure you have some joggers or something.”
His low chuckle awakened the part of me that wanted him to throw me on the bed and make love to me again. “I prefer to sleep like this.”
Swallowing, I nodded, fingering the edge of my hoodie. “Okay, well … I better go.”
Wes disappeared into what I assumed was a closet and returned seconds later in a pair of black joggers.
