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“No take backs.”
“Damn. Okay, punches I can handle. You don’t kick though, do you? Do I need to cover my junk?”
I laugh again, playfully shoving at his chest. “I promise not to touch your junk,” I say and instantly regret it when Wes raises a hand in defense.
“Hey! I never said you couldn’t touch it. I’m just against kicking,” he says, bouncing his eyebrows while reaching out to stroke my arm.I walked right into that one.
Biting back a smile, I shake my head and ignore the way his touch coats my body in goose bumps. Wriggling over, I place a gentle kiss on his cheek before retreating back to my position. “Goodnight, Wes.”
Wes laughs, kissing my head in return before we both settle into our sides of the bed, our fingers connecting as we do. “Goodnight, Lucy,” he says before closing his eyes. His actions speak so loudly, I know I can trust him, making it easy to fall asleep.
Sometime during the night, I feel Wes’s hand grip my hip, and I can’t say if I’m dreaming or if it’s real. We’re walking side by side along the beach, but instead of waves crashing, it’s eerily silent.What’s going on?When his hand squeezes, I startle awake, and my eyes flash open.Dream then.Although…
“Fuck, sorry,” Wes whispers, as his hand disappears from my body.Maybe only half dreaming.
With lightning speed, I reach behind me and clasp his wrist, wordlessly moving his hand back to where it was. I’m confused between what’s real and what’s not, but I know I want him to touch me and I haven’t wanted that lately.
Nothing more happens after that, and I slowly drift back to sleep. I’m balancing on the edge of a dream once more when Wes’s hand twitches and drops from my body. I feel the loss immediately, so like last time, I reach for it and secure it back in place. Wes inhales deeply and stills for a second before slowly moving his hand up and down my leg, hesitating every few seconds until I wriggle to let him know I want more, my entire body coming to life as I feel his touch everywhere.
His fingers brush against me from my waist down to my thigh with a featherlight touch, but there’s a roughness to his skin that has my body breaking out in shivers. And when he moves back up along my side, wordlessly repeating the movement a second and third time, I’m completely on edge. Especially when on the fourth go, his fingers spread out, and his hand shifts to the inside of my leg.
My breath hitches as he moves closer to my core, but I don’t dare speak. His caress is driving me wild, and I’m not ready for him to pull away if I do.
The hairs all over my body stand on end as I anticipate his touch, hoping he’ll continue on his path as my core pulses with need, and I have to fight not to clench. The tips of his fingers dance along my skin toward the apex of my thighs, only stopping when they hit the lace of my panties and he sucks in a breath.
“Fuck, Lucy…” he rasps before trailing off. The sound of his voice sends another shiver through me, further increasing my desire to have him.
Several seconds pass with him unmoving, and when it becomes clear that he’s hesitant to go any farther than my panty line, I cover his hand with mine and take the lead.
Moving our joined hands between my legs, I put pressure on Wes’s finger as we journey over my mound. He groans and shuffles himself closer to me, giving himself extra reach, and then takes back control, sliding my panties to the side before running his finger through my heat.
“Oh, God. Wes.”
My hips rise off the bed as his fingers explore me. I need to get closer. I need more. He’s barely touched me and I’m a writhing mess, squirming with pleasure. And when his finger finally slips inside me, a collective moan rips from the two of us before we both still, our frantic breaths being the only sound to break the silence.
Adding a second finger, Wes scissors them inside me, so slowly that I almost cry out in desperation. I don’t know if he’s teasing or worried, but either way, he has my nerve endings on full alert, the slightest touch sending my body to heaven and my pulse skyrocketing.
With his fingers buried deep inside me, he readjusts his position until he’s hovering on top of me, his weight resting on his elbow. Brushing my hair off my face with his free hand, he gently presses his lips to mine as his fingers start to pump, increasing the speed as he goes.
“Oh, fuck, Wes…” I’m panting against his lips, not wanting to break our connection but unable to stop the words spilling from my mouth.
Wes sucks on my lip before releasing it with a pop, sending another bolt of electricity through to my core. “I got you,” he says, giving me another chaste kiss. “And I don’t want to let go.”
My heart stills, and I cry out as everything hits me at once. He doesn’t even know it, but his touch, his kiss, his words…everything he does is erasing the darkness from my past. And when he curls his fingers inside me, I’m done for.
“Yes, yes!” I call out as my release rips from within me and my body spasms uncontrollably.
Wes’s movements slow, but he doesn’t stop until I practically beg him to. Until his touch has me thrashing around, unable to take it anymore.
He drops to the bed beside me as if he’s the one who’s spent, and then licks his fingers before wrapping his arm around me.
“Sorry I woke you,” he rasps, and I burst out laughing, rolling onto my side, bringing us face-to-face.
“I’ve never beenlesssorry,” I whisper, my hand on his chest. “And I’m not ready for this to be done.”
Chapter Eight
Wes
