Page 50 of Unleash You

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The next morning, I woke up with the sun shining on my face and Wesley’s hard body pressed against me. When I shifted away from him, the light slanted across his face. The man was beautiful. Careful not to wake him, I reached under the bed and pulled out my drawing notebook and pencils. I would never get another chance to capture this moment. Our first morning. I kicked the covers off me. Wesley had made me feel so pretty last night I was no longer embarrassed to let him see me naked.

A wicked smile pulled at my lips the minute the idea popped into my head. I wanted to draw all of him. Gently, I lifted the sheet and threw it off him. I settled in and began with long strokes for his legs and torso. My hand itched to touch him, but I channeled some of Wesley’s self-restraint and focused on the task. Every now and then my mind would wander toward last night and all the things he made me feel.

I tore the page off and let it fall to the floor as I started a new portrait, trying a different angle. I continued the process until the hardwood beneath us was almost covered with images of Wesley that didn’t do him justice. Hanging on the side of the bed, I reached below for more pages, shuffling boxes around until I found the ones I wanted. When I came back to a sitting position, I found Wesley staring at me with a knowing smile on his face. God, he looked even better now that he was awake, rocking that tousled, just-been-fucked hair. His puffy eyes looked almost green in this light.

He reached for my hands, turning them in his to inspect the charcoal smudges. “How long have you been awake?”

“A few hours.” My cheeks flushed. “I’m sorry. I should’ve asked if it was okay.” I pointed at my work sprawled all over.

“I don’t mind.” He kissed my hand, then returned to his spot on the bed. “Don’t let me stop you.”

I giggled. I’d drawn other models before, but drawing Wesley felt intimate. If my mind had a hard time concentrating before, now that I had his fiery gaze on me, my brain and my clit kept pulling my attention elsewhere. By the quick twitch of his mouth, I could only assume he knew exactly how he affected me.

“Is there anything in particular you’d like me to do. I can flex.” He winked before he tightened his stomach, which went from a six-pack to a ten-pack.

“Just what you were doing is fine but look that way.” I pointed toward the window. When he shifted his gaze, I got a different angle of his profile. I used my pinky to smudge the charcoal and delineate the sharp lines of his jaw. His pupils dilated, and a furrow appeared between his brows. What was he thinking? Was he regretting the whole boyfriend-girlfriend situation we were in yet? Even if he decided he didn’t want to see me afterward, I would never regret the time we spent together. I would never be sorry for loving him all these years. He was worth the wait.

“What are you thinking?” I blurted out, staring at my drawing. I’d finally managed to get the look in his eyes right.

“How are you feeling?” His silky tone was full of promises.

“Good.” I met his gaze. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“You look incredibly gorgeous in this light.” He shifted his weight to rest his head on his hand.

A ribbon of desire swirled through me without warning. I squeezed my legs together and pressed my pencil to the paper. Suddenly, I’d forgotten how to draw.

“Come here.”

“No.” I concentrated on the paper, but for the life of me, I couldn’t make a single line.

With an amused look on his face, he dropped his gaze to my chest and then kept going. I still couldn’t get used to the fact that we were here together. That he wanted me. I glanced up again, and he smiled.

“I said come here.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to bury my face in your pussy.” His deep voice traveled up my leg and settled on my clit. “I bet you taste sweet.”

“You can’t say that.” I tossed my notebook to the side and crawled over to him.

“You wanted to know what I was thinking.”

“That isn’t fair.”

“All’s fair in love and war.” He gripped my waist and plopped me on his stomach. “Last night was the best night of my life. I don’t want it to end. There’s so much we haven’t done.”

I pressed a hand to my hot cheeks. “Like what?”

“Like this.” He tucked his hands under my butt and scooted me up until I landed on his chest. “Are you still sore? Let me make it better.” He nudged me up, and my pussy pressed against his full mouth.

I braced my hand on the headboard for support while he kissed, nibbled, and lapped my folds with his tongue. At some point, we would have to leave this room, but for now, I wanted to believe that only Wesley and I existed—no scary monsters waiting for us outside and no scary trips in our near future.

“How are you doing this?”

“I’ll show you how to return the favor later,” he mumbled over my clit.

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