Page 61 of Protected By West
Fox cleared his throat and stepped aside to put a wide berth between them.
Weston stepped in between.
She gave him points for not putting his arm around her. He might be a bit of a caveman, but he was restraining himself.
Fox gave him a look that said he was already feeling some guilt. "I-"
Tracy shook her head, and he stopped talking. "I'll talk to Weston about it."
Fox looked at West and then took another step back. "I'm going to head out."
Weston dropped his chin and smiled, but it wasn't a good smile. "We'll talk... later."
Fox winced and leaned over to catch her eye. "Sorry, Tracy."
She shrugged. "Someone was going to bring it up at some point. Or I would have thought about it. I'll talk to the big guy." She put her hand down on Weston's shoulder. "We'll talk it out."
Fox turned and jogged down the steps, following the path toward the gate in the fence.
Weston turned to look at her and reached out, putting his hands on her shoulders. "Do I need to go kick his ass?"
She smiled up at him, determined to put a smile on his face before they had this conversation. "If you do, do I get to watch?" She found that she kind of liked the idea of the two muscled men locked in combat. Well, play-combat. "Ooh, can you wear those Olympic Wrestling jumpsuit things? You know, the kind that's super tight? But not those things over your ears..." She lifted her hands, and he loosened his hold on her shoulders so she could cup her hands over her ears. "They kind of look like protective cups that baseball players wear over their junk, but over your ears?"
He was fighting off a smile. So she waggled her eyebrows at him, smiling like she was having naughty thoughts.
And she was.
"I think I'd like to see your butt in those tight outfits. Your jeans already give me many... many thoughts. But seeing all that Lycra stretched over your butt and your-"
He cut off her words with a kiss.
Not just a little peck on the lips, but a hungry kiss.
And she liked the feel of it.
She'd never had someone kiss her like he wanted to climb inside of her right then and there.
The way he took charge and backed her against the wall said he was in complete control of the situation, but the careful way his hands moved over her, from her shoulders, down to her hips, and then up to her breasts?
She knew with complete certainty that he'd stop if she said to. He'd give her what she wanted.
He filled his hands with her, his thumbs brushing lightly across her nipples over her clothes.
With the dark of the early evening stretching over their heads, she reached behind him to grab that butt she'd been talking about and gave him a good hard squeeze.
He hissed and turned his mouth away from hers. "Are you trying to feel me up, woman?"
She gave him another squeeze and kissed his cheek until she was close enough to his ear to whisper. "If I'm not breaking any laws, sure am."
"What if you were going to break a law?"
"I'm not ready to have you use your cuffs on me." She smiled and had to admit she felt a bit of a thrill at the idea, but she meant what she said. She wasn't ready for that kind of thing.
Yet.
"Well, the only law I can think of would be if I was unwilling."
"Hmm..." She looked at him, trying to read his eyes. "Are you willing?"
