Page 10 of Memphis

“You really think me kissing you is going to change anything?”

“No guts, no glory.”

“You’re an asshole.” I shook my head as I stormed past him and rushed for the door. Just as I was about to step inside, I heard Weston call out to me, “Toni!”

I didn’t stop.

I couldn’t.

I knew if I did, I would end up doing something I would regret, so I went back to my room, towel-dried my hair, and started to change my clothes. I tried to keep it together, but I kept hearing Weston call me a coward over and over again in my head. He was right. I was a coward. I wanted him just as much as he wanted me, but I was too scared to do anything about it.

It frustrated the hell out of me—to the point I was in literal tears.

I sat on the edge of the bed and tried to collect myself. It wasn’t easy. It killed me that things between Weston and I had gotten to such a bad place, especially when it wasn’t that long ago that things were very, very different.

The thought led me to thinking about that night and how easy things had felt with him. We talked and talked, and when it came time for us to say goodnight, I just couldn’t—especially after that kiss.

There wassomething about it that had me reaching my hand out and grasping his arm. That’s all it took for him to step back over to me.

He didn’t say a word. He simply took my key from my hand and unlocked the door. He walked in ahead of me, quickly vanishing into the darkness, and I didn’t hesitate to follow right behind him. I didn’t normally do this sort of thing. I’d always followed the three months or more rule, but there was something about Weston that had me throwing caution to the wind.

It was hard to explain. Maybe it was his calm, self-assured demeanor or the fact that he’d had no problem opening up tome, but I felt closer to him than I had any of the other men I’d been with.

I felt the heat of his breath against my ear as he whispered, “Need you to be sure.”

Hearing the hunger in his voice made the hairs on the back of my neck prickle against my skin. I didn’t think it was possible for him to be any more turned on than I was. I eased up on my tiptoes, placing my mouth close to his ear as I whispered, “I’m sure.”

There was no hesitation in his movements. He touched me like he owned me, and I’d never felt so desirable. The heat of his breath tickled against my skin as he whispered, “You have no idea how much I want you right now.”

My fingers roamed over his perfectly toned chest and wound around his neck as I pulled him even closer. “I want you, too. So, so much.”

He leaned over me, and as soon as his mouth covered mine, my mind went blank. All my doubts and insecurities about us moving too fast escaped my thoughts, and I became absorbed in the moment. His tongue delved into my mouth, and a mix of bourbon and mint danced across my taste buds. As he deepened the kiss, my coat dropped to the floor, and I gasped as he took a step forward, taking me with him as he pinned me against the wall.

I felt his erection pressing against my hip, and I became overcome with need. I wanted to feel his bare skin on mine, to feel his hard body against mine, and to finally feel him inside me. Impatience took over as my hands reached up to his leather jacket, and I quickly eased it off his shoulders and laid it across the back of the chair.

Sensing my urgency, he pulled his t-shirt over his head. I reached for the buckle of his pants, but his fingers wrapped around my wrists, stopping me as he forced them behind myback. His mouth dropped to my neck, and he kissed and nibbled the sensitive area just below my ear, sending shivers down my spine as he growled, “Easy... I’ll give you what you want.”

The words had barely left his mouth when I was cradled in his arms, and he was carrying me over to the bed. He carefully lowered my feet to the floor, and my entire body hummed as he reached for the strap of my dress. He gently slipped it down over my shoulder, exposing my bare breast, and as he kissed along the curve of my neck, my entire body burned with need.

He continued to nip and suck, and in a blink, my dress was gone, and I was standing before him in nothing but my panties and heels. His hands became greedy as they roamed over every inch of my body, and seconds later, I was completely naked and lying on the bed with him hovering over me. He began kissing my neck and breast, and with every caress of his tongue, I became more and more aroused. The man had skills. My eyes fluttered shut, and my mind began to hum with anticipation. I’d never been so consumed with desire.

Ever so slowly, he trailed those delicate kisses down my stomach, making me squirm against the sheet. My legs fell wide as I gave him access to everything he wanted. My muscles tensed, and my breathing quickened as he hovered over me, using only the heat of his breath to caress me.

His fingers softly caressed my inner thigh, teasing me as they drifted closer and closer, yet never actually reaching the spot I wanted them most. I tried to contain myself, but it was all too much. I needed more. I needed him to touch me, and I couldn’t stand it a moment longer. My hips gyrated forward, urging him on, but the wait continued. I could feel the stubble of his day-old beard rake against my skin as he growled, “Antonia.”

He was tempting my mind while he made my body wait. I placed my hands on his head and groaned. He knew exactlywhat I wanted, and as I raked my fingers through his hair, I had to fight the urge to push him toward me.

“Patience,” he whispered as he ran the tips of his fingers up my inner thigh, brushing just past my middle once again but not letting me have what he knew I desperately wanted. His hand drifted closer, and my breath caught when I thought he was finally going to touch me, but once again, he left me hanging. His hands were tormenting me in the most surreal way, tearing away at all my inhibitions until I couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Wes, please!”

With that, his tongue brushed firmly against me, and a shock of pleasure rushed through my entire body. Like a man possessed, his touch was firm and demanding, and it felt so damn good—better than I could’ve ever dreamed. As his warm, wet mouth clamped down around me, my body went into complete sensory overload, and every nerve tingled.

My back arched against the bed as jolts of pleasure surged through me, and just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, I realized he was just getting started. My breath quickened, and my pulse raced as the heat continued to build inside of me.

“Wait…I’m…” I gasped, but he didn’t wait. Instead, he continued and brought me closer and closer to the edge. And it wasn’t long before that familiar tingling sensation began to churn in my abdomen.

“Oh, God,” I panted as his tongue raked firmly against me. I could feel the storm of pleasure brewing inside of me. My breath caught and a wave of pleasure crashed over me. There was no doubt that he knew I was coming as I writhed beneath him, but he didn’t stop. He continued to tease me relentlessly, intensifying my orgasm, and I muttered his name over and over again.

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