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“Mmm…” is all I manage to say back. My senses become hazy, making it almost impossible for me to think clearly.
Wes continues teasing the sensitive spot at the base of my neck, whispering words that shoot straight through me. “My god you’re perfect… I’ve missed having you in my arms… I need to feel you.”
My body immediately responds to his words, legs spreading as far as my skirt will allow. It’s just enough for his knee to press ever so slightly in between. My lips part and my chest heaves with labored breaths. Holy shit, the way this man turns me on time and time again shocks me to my core. I cannot control myself when I’m near him. The electric charge that runs through our connected bodies is undeniable. Fuck, why do we keep fighting what we so desperately crave?
No longer able to stifle my need, I wrap my arms around him and pull our bodies closer. He groans in acceptance of our new position.
“How long are you in town for?” Wesley demands with his gruff voice, his hands firmly holding onto my waist.
“Until Sunday.”
“Fuck, that’s not nearly enough time,” he growls and nips the skin on my neck.
“What do you mean not enough time?” I pant.
“Not for what I have planned. Tell me you still want this as badly as I do.” His eyes plead with me while my hands run along his hard body.
My mind is complete mush, and my heart is beating out of my chest. When I don’t respond, Wesley pulls away slightly, cups my face in his hands, and stares into my eyes. I realize he’s waiting for my answer. Unable to form coherent words, I show him instead. Grabbing the hair on the back of his head, I move my lips to his. Smelling the sweet scent of whiskey on his breath. Parting my lips, I allow his tongue entrance, making him growl in response. Our kiss is deep and passionate. I kiss him with reckless abandon, not caring who might stumble upon our entangled bodies. There’s nothing that’s going to stop me from this… from him. At least not this weekend, they won’t.
Years of pent-up aggression flows through us with every swipe of our tongues and grope of our hands. I can feel his cock hardening as we continue our onslaught. He grabs my hip and yanks my body until it’s flush with his. “Mmm,” I moan into his mouth as the slow burn ignites and courses through my body. I rake my nails across his broad back, egging him on further. He abruptly pulls away, tugging on the erection pressing into his zipper. A disappointed groan escapes me at the loss of his body.
“If I don’t stop now, I’m going to fuck you in a coat closet, and that is not how I envisioned this going.”
“What did you have in mind?” I respond with a heavy breath.
“Come home with me after we’re done here,” he suggests. “Stay the weekend, let me remind you what it’s like between us.”
“Is that what you want, Wes?”
“Lo, I’ve been waiting years for this,” he says as he caresses my cheek with the back of his hand.
A cheesy smile spreads across my face. I’d be a fool to say no, but what about the table full of our friends, won’t they see us leaving together? I don’t think I’m ready for Eli and all our friends to know. I want to keep things between us for now.
I watch Wesley eye me with a hesitant, sexy as fuck smirk. How can I not take advantage of this opportunity?
“Well, when you put it that way, how can I say no?” I grin and he smashes his lips on mine once more. Then he straightens himself up and fixes his erection.
“I’ll see you back at the table, Lo,” he says while running his finger over my bottom lip. I grip his wrist, halting his finger, and take it into my mouth, sucking it and twirling my tongue around it. He growls and thrusts my body back against the wall while his hands grab my ass. Wes presses his hard body into mine, grinding his straining erection into my core. I groan and bring his mouth back to mine. “Fuck… You drive me crazy,” he murmurs as our kiss deepens.
I whimper.
Breathing heavily with our foreheads touching, he says, “Later, my little Thea, later I will have you screaming my name.” I close my eyes, savoring his words. When they open, Wes is leaving the closet, striding towards our table of friends.
Holy shit! How am I supposed to return to a table full of friends and my brother without looking like I’m moments away from climax? My panties are soaked. This reminds me of all my teenage dreams, except this time, there doesn’t seem to be any obstacles in our way.
Seven
The elevator air is thick with sexual tension as we ride up to Wesley’s apartment. The idea of Wes all over me, inside me, filling me, mind, body, and soul has my body buzzing with anticipation. It’s all I’ve been able to think about since our encounter in the hallway. I honestly couldn’t tell you what was said or what happened back at the table afterwards. All I could think about was how Wes’s lips felt on my skin and how badly I wanted to touch him. Thankfully, everyone seemed too drunk to see the constant eye fucking going on between us. We even found a way to be the last to leave so we could take an Uber back to his place. Everyone probably saw right through us. I didn’t care.
The elevator chimes and the doors open. Wesley takes hold of my hand, feeling a familiar wave of electricity flow between our connection. He leads me down the open hallway to one of the two apartment doors on the floor. On a normal day, I would make some sort of remark about him being able to afford an apartment in such a lavish building, but the only thing I can concentrate on is this beautiful man looking at me like I’m a wrapped present. One he can’t wait to get his hands on.
Stepping through the doorway, I’m immediately hoisted by two firm hands and pressed into the nearby wall. His lips devour mine, our tongues battling for a connection that we both crave. I don’t think I’ve ever experienced a kiss like this. It’s as if the years of missed opportunities and longing are pouring into every twirl of our tongues. I grab the back of his head, gripping his hair in an attempt to deepen our kiss, as if that was even possible at this point. Wes lets out a growl and I feel my clit throb in response.
The desire to feel all of him on me is overwhelming. I try to wrap my legs around his hard body, but our position and the tightness of my pencil skirt restricts my movements. I break away from his lips, panting as I try to form coherent words. “Skirt,” I manage to say between heavy breaths. Within seconds, he grabs my waist and spins me around. I feel the tug of my zipper being dragged at a tortuously slow rate. As the zipper makes its way down, his lips, tongue, and teeth tease the newly exposed skin. Once I feel the fabric of my skirt at my feet, I rip my blouse over my head.
Wes turns me around and steps back, taking in my nearly naked body. The look that settles on his face is of pure want, his eyes swirling with desire that makes my knees weak. I stand before him in a black lace panty set with a matching garter and thigh highs. Still wearing my heels, I take a step towards him, needing to feel his lips on me again. With another animalistic growl, Wesley scoops me into his arms and I wrap my body around his, slamming our lips together, our battle picking up where we had just left off.
We must have been moving during our kiss because soon after, Wes sets me on top of a cool surface. I break away to take in my surroundings. We’re in his massive kitchen and I’m propped up on the kitchen island with him between my legs. “I can’t believe you’re really here, in my place,” he murmurs as he licks and nips at the skin on my neck. My face flushes as he explores my body. “You are so fucking gorgeous, my little Thea.” His hands trail down my body, gripping my breasts through the thin fabric. God, I’ve missed how his touch and words make me feel. Pulling down my bra, he exposes my hard nipples and dips his head to lick and taste each one. Instinctively I arch my back as his mouth explores my chest. My body is thrumming with need. I begin rocking my hips against his hard length, which is still trapped in his pants.
