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As soon as I told him I wanted him to fuck me, a flip switched. He no longer held anything back.
Wesley kissed me ferociously, pressing me tight to the wall. His mouth devoured mine and then moved down to my neck. I whimpered as he sucked on the sensitive skin, his hands sliding down my body to my ass.
He growled. “Fuck, your body, Cara…” His wide-palmed hands seemed to envelope me completely. I felt so secure in his embrace.
Wesley slid one hand from my ass into the waistband of my shorts, gliding his fingers through my folds. I gasped.
“You’re so wet for me.”
“Yes.”
Wesley slipped two fingers inside me, curling them until he found my G-spot. His thumb pressed against my clit. I threw my head back against the wall, crying out and gasping for breath. “Fuck, Wesley.”
“Mmm. Say my name again.”
“Wesley…”
He groaned into my ear. “Where do you want me to fuck you?”
“Anywhere.”
“Right here?”
“Wherever you want.”
Suddenly, his hand left my center and he hoisted my legs up around his hips. “I want you in my bed.”
I locked my arms around his neck. “Take me there.”
Wesley’s arms were strong and safe. I didn’t think for one second he would drop me as he carried me down the hall to his bedroom, kissing me hungrily the whole way there.
Once inside his bedroom, he deposited me on the bed and stood over me.
God, he’s gorgeous.Standing tall above me, he looked like some kind of Viking warrior. Broad chest, covered in hair, his jaw hard, and his eyes traveling up and down my body with wicked intent.
Not to mention his cock bulging in his briefs. I couldn’t wait to have him in my mouth, between my legs…wherever he wanted.
Wesley pulled my shirt up over my head, revealing my breasts. He sucked in a tight breath. “Damn, you’re not wearing a bra.”
“I never do.”
“I didn’t think so.”
I laughed. “You’ve been looking.”
Wesley cupped my breasts in his hands, thumbing my nipples. My back raised off the bed in pleasure. “Obviously, I’ve been looking.” His dark eyes found mine. “You’re so fucking sexy, Cara.”
I had never been called sexy, at least not by a man I desperately wanted inside me. It made me weak.
Wesley’s hands slid down from my breasts to the waistband of my shorts. He yanked them down, off my legs. Now, fully naked in front of him, I was exposed, nervous for him to see every imperfection.
But from the look in his eyes, I could tell he felt the exact same way as he had a moment before.
Sexy.
“God, the things I want to do to you —”
“I want to see you, too.”
