Page 63 of Unhinged Magic
“Wes,” I gasped, clutching his shoulders through the fabric of his suit jacket.
A groan fell from him, his mouth coming to my ear. “I love it when you say my name like that.”
I squirmed under his delicate touch.This man.
A low rumble came from deep in his throat. He knew what his touch did to me, knew the fabric beneath the featherlight skate of his knuckles may well have been nonexistent.
It was a defiant thing. A giant fuck you to the world. Subtle, yet dominant at the same time. It screamed, 'She’s mine, even when the universe is against us.'
Trying to act like I wasn’t about to fall apart in the arms of my brother’s best friend in public was nearly impossible. My eyelids wanted to slam shut. To give in to it all.
To dance like no one was watching and just for one second, enjoy him the way I wanted to.
I grabbed hold of his wrist, words shuddering from me. “This is too much, not here.”
A look of understanding passed between us before his lips grazed my ear, goosebumps scattering over my skin at the contact. “Meet me outside, by the fountain.”
For a fraction of a second our fingers brushed before he made his way through the dance floor, disappearing from sight.
I let five minutes lapse before I passed through the glitzy crowd, stopping to make small talk to people on my way. When the side door I knew led outside came into view, I pushed it open. Cold blanketed my skin, making me shiver. I gathered my dress in my hands, hitching it off my feet, the door shutting silently behind me, muting the sounds from inside. The click of my heels as I descended the steps announced my arrival in the deafening quiet. The still of night. Nocturnal eyes followed me under a breathtaking moon where it lit the narrow footpath ahead of me, leading to where I knew the water fountain tuckedinto a secluded corner of the landscaped gardens. I wrapped my arms around myself, slowing as it came into view, not seeing Wesley anywhere.
The wolf-shaped fountain stood in the center of a shallow pool of water, splashes cutting through the night’s silence, making it hard to hear anything else.
I scanned the area, following the well-manicured hedging circling it, still not seeing him.
Where was he?
Pulling myself up onto the concrete wall surrounding the water, the cold cradled my ass through the thin material of my dress. I clicked my heels, waiting. Wondering if I had heard him wrong. I was sure he said the water fountain.
My heart fluttered when his silhouette slid out from behind the only other entrance. His suit jacket draped over one shoulder, revealing a black waistcoat that hugged his chest overtop of a white dress shirt. He moved toward me, his gaze never wavering from mine. Lifting a hand to his tie, he loosened it slightly; the motion exposing skin I wanted to touch.
I instinctively wet my lips, his hungry stare dropping to them, watching.
Wesley stepped closer, each footstep making my heart burst in my chest. He slid his suit jacket off his shoulder, draping it around mine. I slid my arms into it, the scent of him lingering on the material.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” he murmured as his fingers slipped under my dress, spreading my knees until he comfortably nestled between them. He traced the inside of my thighs with his thumbs. My skin tingled in response.
My heart hammered in my chest, thumping in time with the rush of my blood pumping through my veins. I reached out, tugging on his loosened tie, pulling him toward me. “I thought you’d stood me up.”
The darkened forest trail was back, desire plunging his irises into an alluring thing I wanted to free.
“Never,” he rasped, then his lips brushed mine, one hand nudging the nape of my neck toward him.
Coaxing my mouth open, his kiss turned hungry, the desperation in the sweep of his tongue making my breath catch in my throat. He’d never kissed me like this. Like I was his air to survive on, and I moaned into his mouth as he did mine, pulling me against him. The unmistakable arousal in his suit pants sent a flare of my own spearing through me, and I rocked against him, needing to feel all of him. Our bodies crushed together, lips bruising, hips locked. A wanting between us, so raw it made my head swim.
Wesley broke the kiss, pulling away just enough to ghost words on my breath. “Skip…” His wistful attention was loaded with need as he shook his head. “The things you do to me. I hate pretending you’re not mine, watching other men think they have a chance with you.”
I cupped his face with my hands, staring back at him. “But they don’t. We both know it, and that’s all that matters.”
He squeezed his eyes shut, pausing. When he opened them again, uncertainty filled his tone. “You know I would do anything for you, right?”
I nodded, wondering where he was going with this. What was up with him tonight?
I slid a strand of dark hair from his sight. “And you know I would do the same for you.Anything.”
The grip of his hands tightened on my thighs, making me ache where I craved him most. My body wanted more of him, his taste, his touch. My nipples demanded his attention through the flimsy fabric of my dress.
He drew in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. Lowering his voice, the fever in his tone turned it purposeful. “I need you in my life Skip. I can’t lose you. I won’t.”
