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I grabbed his face and kissed him.
Hard enough to bruise.
Hard enough to satisfy a deep primal urge I’d been suppressing for days.
Hard enough, I hoped, to wipe the apology from his eyes.
CHAPTER13
BECKETT
The divorce formwas cued up on my phone, and Wes was kissing me as if I’d given him a love confession rather than an apology.
But then, maybe I had.
I clung to him, helpless to do anything other than kiss him back. His mouth was hot against mine, relentless as he forced my lips open with his and pushed his tongue in. He wasn’t gently seeking entry, he was ruthlessly taking what he wanted, and I fucking melted against him with a needy moan that was almost embarrassing.
Almost, because there was no room for embarrassment when Wes Potter was in the process of taking me apart.
He grabbed my shirt and yanked it up, pulling away to get it over my head and strip off his.
“W-wait,” I stuttered as a few inches of air swept between us, and my head cleared enough to form sentences. “What are we doing?”
Wes pulled me flush against him, and the heat of his bare skin against mine sent a fresh bolt of lust through me. He threaded his fingers in my floppy hair and gazed directly into my eyes. “If you want to stop, we’ll stop. But whatever happens with the marriage thing, I just… I need you, Beck.”
“Are you sure about this?” I asked, even as I pressed my hips forward, grinding against his thigh while leaned back against the counter.
“Please don’t make me beg,” he whispered.
“Never.” I dropped to my knees and gazed up, taking in the bulge in his jeans that showed just how much he wanted me, the taut stomach and built chest and arms that were proof of the manual labor he did nearly every day, his strong jaw and full lips, and those dark, dark eyes that were usually full of good humor but now just smoldered with fire for me. “I’m the one who should be begging.”
He ran his thumb over my bottom lip, pushing down lightly until I let my mouth drop open. He shuddered. “Fuck, Beck. You don’t need to beg. You can have anything you want from me.”
A feeling of peace came over me. Maybe Laurie had been right and it was time to stop hiding from this.
I swallowed hard. “Right now, I just want your cock.”
It was a small truth, far from the whole of what I wanted. I wasn’t yet sure what I could or should have. But as the words rolled off my tongue, I could suddenly breathe easier. I’d admitted I wanted Wes, and the sky hadn’t fallen. Not yet.
Not before I got my mouth on him and tasted him properly.
“Fuck yes.” He ripped open his button. The sounds of his jeans opening seemed exceptionally loud. My heart raced, making my pulse roar in my ears, and still, the sound of his zipper going down was like a train clacking down the tracks. He pulled his cock from his navy-blue briefs and directed it toward my open mouth. “Suck it. I wanna see your mouth stretched around my dick. Wanna cream all over your face. Make you my dirty slut.”
Holy shit. Maybe I should be offended, but his words made me even hotter.
I wrapped a hand around his cock and licked the tip tentatively. In Vegas we’d gotten off together more than once, but never like this. It would be my first time sucking a cock, but I didn’t feel any hesitation. Quite the opposite. My mouth had been watering for him for weeks. For years, really.
His skin tasted salty, with just a hint of sweetness underlying it.
“C’mon,” he urged. “Don’t tease.”
Just for that I fluttered my tongue over the tip, getting a quick burst of bitterness as my tongue swiped through precum. I shifted to press kisses down the side of his shaft, taking my time.
He gave a tortured groan. “You’re such a brat.”
I chuckled, letting my breath gust over his balls, and he shuddered.
Wes’s fingers tightened in my hair, tugging. “We’re about three seconds from me taking care of this myself,” he growled.
