Page 25 of Weston

The kiss seemed to go on and on. Wes finally pulled his mouth from hers, but she hung on to him for dear life, refusing to let go. She wasn’t letting this man go for anything in the world.

His hands slid down over her ass and when she jumped up, he easily caught her. Wrapping her legs around his waist, holding on like some kind of lovesick octopus, she buried her face against his t-shirt as he carried her toward the house. Once they were safely inside and out of the rain, she reluctantly unwound herself from him and slid down the length of his body, enjoying every hard, wet inch she came into contact with. When her feet were firmly on the floor, he released her.

He was always there to steady her, she realized. Overwhelmed by emotion, she swallowed back tears. Weston Murphy wasn’t exactly a stranger anymore and Ellie found herself wanting to get to know him much better.

“Sorry, I’m dripping on your floor,” she said, slipping her shoes off.

He turned to face her, brown eyes intense. “You think I give a shit about my floors? All I care about is you, here with me.” He closed the distance between them and pressed his forehead against hers. “You…breathing…in my arms…warm and alive.”

Ellie shivered and he stepped back.

“C’mon. Let’s get you warm.” Taking her hand, he led her down the hall and straight into the guest bathroom. “I’m going to run you a bath.”

While Wes bent over to turn on the water and adjust the temperature, Ellie shimmied out of her soaked pants then pulled her wet shirt over her head. She dropped them on the floor with a splat. Why be shy? This was her husband, and he’d seen it all a million times before.

After adding some bubble bath, Wes turned and froze. She stood there wearing only her pink bra and panties, feeling extremely vulnerable, but also like a siren ready to seduce her mate. His gaze skimmed down her body and an unholy fire burned in his eyes.

“Kiss me again,” she pleaded.

“Ellie…” His words came out strangled.

“I think it’s helping me remember. Don’t hold back. Kiss me like you used to.”

She didn’t have to ask twice. In a second, Wes had her bent backwards at the waist as his mouth captured hers and he drank deeply. Every one of her nerve endings lit up as she kissed him back fiercely. And when he groaned, she felt that possessive, purely male rumble all the way down to her toes.

“Touch me, Wes. Please…” Ellie begged, flicking her tongue against his. “I need your hands on me.”

His large palm covered her breast then slid into the satin cup. Squeezing her flesh, licking her neck, he pushed his hips against hers.

“You have no idea how much I missed you. How I almost died without you…”

“Wes…” She moaned as he toyed with her nipple then began nibbling on her ear. No doubt about it—he knew exactly how to touch her and her body began overheating. Running her hands up his muscled arms, she felt goose bumps on his skin. He was still in his wet clothes and she grabbed the hem of his shirt, tugging it up and over his head. Her eyes dipped to admire his sculpted chest and abs. He might be forty-six, but he obviously hadn’t slacked off on maintaining his physique, remaining mobile and strong despite his prosthetic. Or, maybe because of it. Either way, she was going to touch every single flexing muscle.

“Into the tub,” he murmured, nipping her shoulder. “Before you catch pneumonia.”

Ellie grabbed his hand and tugged. “Only if you come with me.”

His nostrils flared at the invitation.

Chapter Eleven

Saying no to Ellie had never been one of his strengths. In fact, Wes was nothing but a Yes Man when it came to her. Of course, as long as she wasn’t hurt in the process. But as much as he wanted to climb into that tub of warm water with her, he knew it was too soon. The last thing he wanted to do was hinder her recovery. Especially now that he was seeing progress.

Clenching his jaw, on the verge of losing control, he watched her unfasten her bra. The straps slid down her arms and it dropped to the floor. Then she slid her panties off and looked up at him through her fringe of lashes.

“Are you joining me?”

Swallowing hard, trying to ignore his rock-hard cock which was ready to jump in and have some rub-a-dub-dub in the tub, Wes didn’t answer, just reached a hand out and helped her step into the bathtub. Ellie sank down, the bubbles barely covering her rosy-tipped nipples, and Wes stifled a groan.Fuck.He wanted her so badly, he felt like he was going to lose his damn mind.

Lowering himself down into the chair beside the tub, easing the pressure off his limb, he grabbed a washcloth and soaped it up. Ellie looked up at him expectantly, waiting for him to finish getting undressed and join her. “Not yet, Ellie,” he murmured.

“Why not?” she asked with a little frown.

“Because I’m going to take care of you instead.” Her lips parted in an “O” and she watched closely as he dragged the soapy washcloth over her shoulders. “Lean forward.”

She did as he said and he washed her back. Then he washed her front, plunging the cloth beneath the suds and over her breasts. She sank back, laying her head against the tub’s rim, and it wasn’t long before he lost the washcloth and began caressing her breasts. Squeezing the fleshy mounds, massaging and lightly pinching her nipples until she was arching into his hand and making a sexy humming noise in the back of her throat.

Fuck.He pressed his palm over his cock, willing it to go down. No chance of that, though. His dick loved Ellie. Loved the tight, wet heat of her pussy. Loved plunging deep and feeling the way her inner muscles rippled and clenched around him. Squeezing and milking him into a powerful orgasm.

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