Page 52 of Unhinged Magic
“Wes…I—”
“Please let me kiss you,” he whispered, his breath so close I felt it on my own. “I need to kiss you so badly it hurts.”
Barely-there air drifted between our lips, an unspoken respect waiting to dissolve at a moment’s notice.
“You can kiss me whenever you like,” I mouthed against his lips.
His mouth floated over mine, touching, but not. Not a second later he did. Our lips pressed together, allneedingandwanting,chasing the other like a lovesick high. Unfurling.
His hands gripped my cheeks, mine sinking into his shoulders. I fell giddy in his arms as they moved to my back, pulling me into him until there was no space between us. I felt his need pushagainst me, hard and defiant, declaring intentions neither of us had spoken about, but it seemed we didn’t need to. I wanted to touch him, the ache in my core like a compass signaling due north, pointed directly at him. Sliding my hands between us, I rubbed him over the front of his jeans, a moan falling from him as I did.
My confidence soared, albeit thanks to the shots of the most disgusting liquor I had ever tasted in my life. But hell, I needed this buzz as much as I needed him.
I moved my palm against the denim between our flesh as his tongue slid into my mouth, deepening our connection. The faintest taste of malt lingered on his tongue, and I wondered if he was running on liquid courage like me.
He stared longingly at me. “Your touch is the most exquisite torture.”
His words caused a raw need to ache low in my stomach. His graveled tone spurred me on. I had never felt like this, had a grown man in the palm of my hand, practically begging for my touch. I felt empowered. Bold.
His lips set molten kisses along my collarbone, his fingers following the trail, featherlight and making me shiver. As I undid the button on his jeans, the slow drag of his zipper made him pause, his mouth moving until his lips grazed my ear.
“We don’t have to go any further if you don’t want to. Until we fix this, I mean.”
I could tell he meant every word, even if it would kill him doing so.
Pulling away, I stared into his lust-drunk irises under heavy lids. “I want to,” I assured him. “I need to.”
His throat bobbed as he watched my every move with an intensity I felt everywhere. It floated over my skin like silk, a caress I knew I would crave in his absence.
Sliding my hands into his tight boxers, I found him thick and hard. I stared at him in awe as I touched the most intimate part of him, watching him move through my hands like the most natural thing in the world.
Wesley’s breath caught in his throat, everything inside me melting, knowing I was the reason for it. I rubbed my hand over his length, the flesh soft against my palm, something I knew would soon become my addiction. I could barely cover him with my hand, his thickness a surprise. He utterly captivated me as he slid through my hand with ease, drawing from him a gravelly moan.
“That’s it, just like that,” he praised, barely a whisper as pleasure stole his breath.
He covered my mouth with his again as I worked him over, his throaty groans spurring me on. I wanted more. Needed to please him. Knowing that, even if I couldn’t feel the mate bond in its entirety, I knew he was feeling every bit. His kiss left me whirling, breathless. I didn’t know a kiss could make me feel this way.
When he pulled back, an unfathomable hunger stared down at me through strands of his dark hair. I went to lower to my knees, but his arms gripped mine, stopping me.
“You don't have to. Let me pleaseyou,” he insisted.
As much as I wanted him to have his way with me, I needed this more.
Heat flamed my cheeks. “I want to.”
Wesley studied me for a moment before releasing my arms, his thumb moving to my cheek. “What did I ever do to deserve you?”
I smiled, unable to come up with an appropriate response to his question. Somehow Wes had gone from being my childhood best friend to someone I disliked, to… well,this.
I lowered to my knees, a radioactive gaze watching me closely. He lifted his top up slightly and I stared up at a creature ofstrength, taking in every ripple of flesh that was him. I had seen him with his top off before, but up close, the sneak peek I was getting confirmed he was a work of art. Fit and lean, every muscle defined, with a sprinkling of dark hair under his navel leading south.
He helped me loosen his pants, pushing them further down his hips, freeing him from his confines. His length stood proudly, the girth of him making my stomach flip.
Taking him in my hand, I ran my thumb over the sensitive underside of him, his eyes lazing shut momentarily before opening again. I edged closer, sliding my lips over him, struggling to take him at once, not pulling my gaze from him. I wanted to see what I did to him, watch every hollow breath, knowing it was me who ruptured him.
I ran my tongue over his cock in long sweeps before sliding him into my mouth again. I couldn’t take all of him, opting to rub the tip of his length against the top of my mouth as I moved my hand over his base.
His lips parted slightly, groaning, “That’s insanely unreal.” He raked his hands into my hair while gently thrusting his hips forward.
