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“Same here,” he said.
One hand came around her and found her swollen bud, flicking at it while he fucked her from behind. She was almost grinding against his hand every time he pushed in.
The pressure inside of her was building higher than ever before and she wasn’t sure if it had to do with them saying they loved each other or the fact she was just so connected to Wesley and everything about him.
It only took a few more thrusts with his fingers rubbing her and she started to come and screech out his name.
Rather than grasp her hips and slam in faster, he stretched out over her, trapping her hands above her, and started moving in short jerky motions grinding her harder into the mattress.
He was breathing heavily in her ear and she felt him coming. He didn’t stop moving though. He just kept going and going until it felt like every bit of energy they had was expended. Then he moved away from her and flopped on the bed.
“That was intense,” she said.
“It was. See what happens when I get to take control?”
She smiled softly at him. “Then maybe I need to let you do that more often.”
She had to remember that. He knew what he was doing. He wasn’t trying to hurt her. What he did was for them both.
33
Putting On A Show
“Morning,” Wesley said to Jasmine on Saturday. “What time do you have to be home?”
She opened her eyes and saw Wesley standing over her dressed in shorts and a T-shirt. “What time is it?”
“Seven,” he said.
“Shit. I thought I’d be up by now. I guess I was sleeping harder than I thought.”
“Stay and rest,” he said. “Lock up on the way out.”
“No,” she said. “I can’t. I’d be afraid I didn’t lock up right.”
She threw the covers back and stood up. He laughed at her. “It’s just walking out the front door and turning the lock before you shut it. Or text me and I’ll lock up from my phone.”
“What?” she asked.
“I’ve got it on my phone. Not a big deal.”
“Do you need to leave now?” she asked. “Can I cook you breakfast?”
“I ate. You were snoring.”
She smirked at him. “No, I wasn’t and you know it. Wait until I’m at least out of the shower. I’ll be fast.”
She turned the water on, brushed her teeth and peed while she was waiting for it to get to her temperature. It was the little things like that. Knowing water wasn’t an issue. She couldn’t remember the number of times they lived somewhere where they had a well and water couldn’t be wasted. Here, she didn’t have that issue even though there were places in the US that did.
She hopped in the shower and washed her hair fast, rinsed, then stuck conditioner in it while she soaped up the rest of her body. She was trying not to laugh that she had Blossoms products in Wesley’s shower now. She’d brought them over for herself and now it’s all that was there.
When she was soap free and her hair all set, she shut the water off and got out, wrapping one towel around her head and briskly drying off with another. She grabbed the lotion on the counter and put that on too. More stuff from Blossoms.
Once she was dressed, she ran a brush through her wet hair and walked out of the bathroom. She’d put a little makeup on when she got home. She never wore much anyway. She didn’t even do much with her hair. It would dry on its own and she’d put it in a ponytail. All they were doing was going to the greenhouses tonight.
She walked into the kitchen with her bag on her shoulder to see Wesley standing there with a travel mug of coffee in his hand and he passed it to her. “Eat too.”
“Seriously?” she asked.
