Page 71 of The One I Want
My breathy word is barely out before his lips are on mine. His hands are holding my face as I grip onto his shirt. It’s the only thing holding me steady right now.
God, this man can kiss. No matter whether it’s a quick peck, or the kind of passion and want he’s pouring into a kiss like this, you feel it in every part of your body. My toes have curled before, but not in a kiss. A kiss has never made me lose my mind and forget my name. But that’s what happens when Wes Taylor kisses you. It leaves you breathless and wanting more.
So much more.
I allow my hands to travel up his chiseled chest, appreciating every rippling muscle as I slowly make my way up to his shoulders. I let my hands go inside his shirt, pushing it off him. My nails slowly brush his arms, landing on his defined biceps.
“Betsy,” he groans, his mouth now paying special attention to the curve of my neck as he kisses his way across to my shoulder. “I’m going to need you to stop doing that.”
“Is that how we ask nicely?”
I hear a growl into my skin, which I wasn’t expecting to feel in my pinky toe. “Oh beautiful, you don’t know what you just did.”
He gives me a bite on my shoulder, just enough to distract me for the second he needs to move his hands under my arms, guiding me to stand up. I don’t know how this happens, probably because I’m still feeling his kiss, but somehow I end up in Wes’s arms as he carries me away from the hot tub.
“Where are we going? Don’t you need to turn it off?”
His steps are long and determined, making it back into the house in seconds. “It can wait. I have more important things I need to do right now.”
Water drips from me as we head through the first floor and toward the stairs. He doesn’t turn on or off any lights as he makes his way to his bedroom. I’ve only been in here a handful of times, and all of them being when we snuck away for a kiss. One of these times I’m actually going to look and see what color his bedspread is.
Right now, I couldn’t care less.
He sets me down, my legs a bit wobbly from the hot tub and his kiss. I link my hands behind his neck, hoping it helps me keep my balance.
“Hey,” I say, suddenly feeling like the mood has shifted from just a few minutes ago.
He holds me at the small of my back, bringing me flush against him. “Hey, beautiful.”
He leans down to kiss me, instantly warming me up after leaving the hot tub. This one isn’t as intense or deep as the one outside, but it’s hitting me just the same. Toe curling. Name forgetting. All consuming.
He slowly starts kissing away from my mouth, leaving small kisses as he goes across my cheek, down my neck, and across my shoulder before going lower. His hand slowly begins to pull down my bra strap, his lips never leaving my skin. His other hand does the same, letting down the strap ever so slowly before reaching around to unhook the clasp.
“You taste so good…”
The gravel in his voice is enough to make me come undone on the spot, and that’s before his mouth takes one of my breasts, kissing and sucking it like he’s been waiting his whole life for this moment. His other hand is gripping the other, kneading it as his tongue does wicked, wicked things to my nipple.
My legs feel like they are going to give out if he continues this. And I don’t want him to stop. I never want him to stop.
“Wes….”
He guides me back to his bed and lays me down. I want him to follow, but he doesn’t. Instead, he hooks his fingers into my panties, gently bringing them down my legs, while his eyes never leave mine.
“You have way too many clothes on,” I say.
He looks down then back up at me. “How many times do I have to ask you to say please?”
I sit up on my elbows, biting my lower lip, hoping it looks as sexy as I think it does. “Pretty please, Wes. Get naked. And put your mouth back on me.”
He does as asked, sliding his briefs down his thick legs, leaving him very naked, and very hard, before me. I unintentionally lick my lips, becauseholy fuck…he is impressiveeverywhere.
“Cat got your tongue?” He makes his way back over to me and spreads my legs apart. “Now, where was I?”
I fall back flat on the bed as he leans over and begins to feast on my chest. Does he know this gets me wetter than anything else? That if he keeps doing that thing with his tongue on my nipple that I might orgasm right here, right now?
My hands reach to his back, pulling him closer to me. I let my nails slowly scratch from the bottom to the top. I have a feeling he likes it, considering his mouth just left what it was doing, only to grab onto each breast like his life depends on it. He buries his head between them, groaning into my skin.
“Betsy,” he says heavily, almost as if he’s in pain.
