Page 31 of Weston’s Treasure

Goddamn, Silver was beautiful when she was off-kilter. Her eyes went unfocused, probably trying to form a rebuttal, one that Weston had no interest in hearing. Not because he didn’t care about what she was thinking, because he did—he cared about everything that had to do with Silver. But because of the way she was looking, how she felt pressed against him, he found there were other ways he wanted to spend their time together in his bed.

And luckily for him, Silver getting used to his touch, his kiss, and the feel of him wrapped around her, was step one in his plan to make her believe.

Weston lifted his head the scant distance needed and brushed his lips against hers. The sexy mew she made sealed the deal. He licked her full bottom lip and returned the favor. Fuck yeah. She may not have been experienced but he’d been right—she was a natural. Her tongue plunged in his mouth and Weston fought to control the kiss, keeping it slow but less powerful. She tasted like heaven. Their tongues continued to tangle together and Weston thought he’d been wrong. It wasn’t heaven he was tasting—it was treasure.

His treasure.

He’d waited a long fucking time to find it. Never would settle for anything less. Knew it was out there somewhere. And he’d been right. Being that Weston was as smart as he was—he was holding on.

Silver Coyle would not be the one who got away.

12

Instead of waking up refreshed, I’d woken up with dread in my stomach. Surprisingly it had nothing to do with my current dilemma involving Weston. That dilemma being, I’d cuddled close to him all night. This of course was after he’d given me a fantastic orgasm, told me he wanted to explore things with me, called me treasure—and come on, what woman wouldn’t want to explore things with a man who said that?

Then he’d kissed me a second time. That kiss was much different than the others. It was hot, full of passion, but he was trying to tell me something and maybe if I’d had more familiarity with the opposite sex I would’ve been able to read it. So all I knew was how it made me feel—and I felt great. Too great.

It was already happening, I could feel it creeping in even as I was trying to push it away. Sleeping curled up next to Weston after the day I’d had where I wasn’t sure if I’d still be breathing at the end of it, only to be safely tucked to his side, was too much.

So this morning I’d taken some time to try to figure out how it was possible I could feel any sort of feelings for him this soon, when a thought hit me. It was unpleasant and it worried me. Was I the type of woman who would cling to a man because he’d been nice? Was I that desperate for someone to be kind to me? I thought the questions but couldn’t find the answers. At least not the ones I wanted because all evidence was pointing to the affirmative. I was that kind of woman and I was desperate. Both disturbing and disappointing answers.

But none of that was why I was dreading the day. After Weston’s delicious goodnight kiss, he informed me the team would be over in the morning to ‘brief’ and Alec Hall would more than likely show up at some point, too.

I was not looking forward to briefing in any way that word could mean. I didn’t want to talk about my stupidity or how I’d been chained up in the bottom of the Dora B. I’d eaten enough crow and was afraid anymore would make me gag. I didn’t know Alec all that well but he was intense, same as Weston and his team, so I suspected Alec was going to be pissed.

Weston said there had been drugs and dead bodies to clean up, and though I’d never done either it didn’t sound like a good time. Not to mention, I was a tad bit worried that Weston and the guys would get in trouble—for the dead bodies. I would never be able to live with myself if something happened to them because I’d gotten myself into a bind.

“Babe?” Weston called from the other side of the closed door.

I was in the bathroom getting ready. Thankfully I was not the type of woman who wore makeup because yesterday during our shopping extravaganza we’d only picked up clothes. Ditto on hair products. It was a good thing I didn’t gunk up my hair or do anything special because I had none of those either.

But I’d at least showered and had on clean clothes.

“Yeah,” I answered.

“The guys are here. Are you ready?”

No.

“Sure,” I said and opened the door.

Weston was close—he’d been standing right outside the door—but when I’d opened it he got closer. I took two steps back and he continued forward. His bathroom was small so all it took was one more shuffle in retreat and my back was against the wall and suddenly Weston was right there. One hand was on the tile next to my head, the other coming to my chin, lifting it.

Why did I have to like that so much?

His lips came to mine and I liked that more. But when he pushed his tongue in my mouth only to tease me with a quick swipe against mine, I figured I liked that the best. It was different in a playful sort of way. He wasn’t trying to start something but still wanted a taste. I liked that he wanted that. That he didn’t hold back and he showed me.

I also figured that was the real reason I was starting to have feelings for him. It honestly made me feel safe. Something I hadn’t had a whole lot of in my life. Even when I’d thought he was being a jerk, he was being honest, I just didn’t like what he was being honest about.

Weston Beil was real. He was straight. He hid nothing.

And with all of that, I knew where I stood with him. And currently I was standing with his lips pressed against mine wishing no one was downstairs so maybe I could get more of what he gave me yesterday. That being the orgasm, not the sweet stuff he’d told me while we were in bed.

Yep, I was easy. And I didn’t care what Weston had said, I was acting like a slut. I just didn’t care because he felt that good.

“How is it possible that every time I see you I’m shocked at how beautiful you are?”

Weston said that. Straight out. Just came right out and told me I was beautiful.