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He nuzzled her throat as he carried her to his bedroom. “It’s not.”
“Says you,” she said as he set her on her feet before clicking on the bedside lamp. She eased out of her heels, shivering when Wes slipped his arm around her waist and brought her back against his chest. “I really want to fuck you now, Wes.”
“Soon, Butterfly.” He brushed her hair forward across her shoulder and kissed the daisies tattooed on the back of her neck. “I love your tattoo.”
“Thank you,” she said. Her voice was unsteady again, but Wes’s big hand had cupped her breast, and his thumb circled her nipple. She couldn’t be blamed for how needy she sounded. Not when her pussy throbbed like she hadn’t just had the best orgasm of her life not two minutes ago. “Oh God, Wes.”
He kissed her tattoo again before grasping the zipper on the back of her dress and tugging it down an inch or two. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to see where your tattoo ends?”
“Um, a couple of weeks?” she said.
He growled and squeezed her breast. “Since the third time you drove me to work.”
“Why the third time?” she asked, her back arching when he pinched her nipple.
He kissed the line of daisies exposed on her back as he tugged her zipper down another inch. “That was the first time you wore your hair up, and I saw the tattoo.”
“You’ve been into me for that long?” she said.
“Butterfly, I wanted you from the first moment I saw you,” Wes said.
Her heart did this weird fluttering thing as warmth blossomed throughout her entire body. She knew Wes wouldn’t agree to anything beyond sex, so why did his words make her feel so gooey inside?
She reached behind her, groping blindly for Wes’s dick. He hissed out on a breath when she brushed across the front of his jeans before he pushed her hand away.
“Hey, I want to touch too,” she said.
He pulled the zipper to the middle of her back. “Not yet.”
“That’s not fair,” she said.
He unhooked her bra and then licked up her spine, following the daisy vine back up to her neck. “If you touch me, I’ll have you on your knees with that pretty mouth wrapped around my dick. You’ll have to wait longer to be fucked.”
“Not necessarily,” she said as Wes pulled on the zipper. “I could just have a taste.”
He groaned, the sound turning into a low purr as he eased her dress down until it pooled at her feet. “I don’t have that type of control right now.”
“Because you’ve thought before about what it would be like to get a blowjob from me?” She wanted to hear him say it.
“Yes. Every fucking day,” he said.
“Me too,” she said as Wes took off her bra.
He pressed a light kiss against the sutures in her arm and then dropped her bra next to her dress on the floor. “Your arm okay?”
She nodded. “Still sore as hell, but better than it was.”
“Good,” Wes said.
Eleanor leaned back against him. “I had so many fantasies about driving somewhere quiet and secluded and then… oh!”
Wes cupped both her tits and the feel of his rough fingers teasing her nipples made it hard to think beyond how it might feel to have his mouth on her nipples too.
“And then what, Butterfly?” Wes kissed the back of her shoulder before marking along her back with a rough swipe of his cheek.
“Then climbing into the back seat with you and… oh, that feels so good, Wes.” She arched her back when he tugged on her nipples.
“Back seat and then… finish your story.” Wes gave her shoulder a sharp nip.
