Page 69 of Breaking Conviction
“I guess... it’s hard to enjoy life when there’s a constant stressor. It’s been nice to feel free. Like I’ve broken a chain I didn’t realize was trapping me to the ground.”
He nodded before adopting a wicked grin. “Sure it’s not just ‘cause of me?”
Naomi swatted playfully at his chest. “Iknewyou were fishin’!”
“Can’t fault me for wanting to catch another smile, love.”
She rolled her eyes and held out the rest of the chocolate chip and caramel treat for him to take. “Just shush your mouth and eat your damn cookie, troublemaker.”
Another wink and his mouth enveloped the cookie, taking the tip of her index finger with it. Her chest seized, capturing her breath and sending her heart racing. He chewed and swallowed before lifting her hand to his lips and sucking the remaining chocolate and caramel from her finger, all the while looking straight into her eyes.
Her breath came in hard pants as Wes stepped into her parted legs, wrapping her arm around his neck. She hadn’t realized it, but her other hand had gravitated to his chest and as he moved forward, she joined it with the other behind his head. His hands landed on her knees and her dress skirt was long enough to make sure she wouldn’t flash anyone as he stretched her. Once he settled between her thighs, he rested his hands on either side of her hips, his body protecting her from the world behind him.
“I don’t feel caged in with you. Never when you’re around.” Her voice was a whisper tinged with need, but she didn’t care. “And even now, you’ve got me locked in, but I’ve never felt trapped. Like I couldn’t say no.”
His brows furrowed, but in a blink, his desire was back to heating them up. “The only place I want you to lose control is in the bedroom. And even then, your wish is my command.”
Like I’m his queen.
The thought sent a tingle of excitement down her spine and straight to her pussy. When he’d first started calling her that, it’d felt silly. And when Thea started repeating it, she’d nearly had a heart attack every time she spoke at home. The fear that Dean would hear their daughter say another man was Naomi’s king had been her worst nightmare for two months. But now that Dean was out of the picture, every time Wes said it, the more she dreamed it could be true.
Her eyes left his and gravitated down to his lips. They glistened thanks to the sweet he’d licked off, but a small dab of chocolate still painted the corner.
“You missed a spot.”
“Is that so?” The ice in his eyes burrowed into her, making her shiver. “What’re you gonna do about it, Naomi Ward?”
She bit her lip before making her decision. All at once, she used her arms and legs to hook around him and dove for his mouth. Their lips met and he moaned when she teased her tongue against his lip to get the last lick of chocolate. It was sweet and rich, but she forgot all about it when Wes stroked up her back to grip her nape. His other hand tugged her ass closer so her pussy was flush with his hardening length.
“You smell just like that cookie, you know,” he whispered against her lips before leaning in. “Vanilla… sugar… delicious.”
His nose traced her cheek and her chest brushed against his with each breath. She got lost in the kiss when his hands delved under her dress and traveled up her bare leg.
Her skin tingled as he whispered in her ear. “I need to know if you taste the same way.”
One hand gripped her ass, and with the fingertips of the other, he grazed up her inner thigh until his thumb caressed the thin layer of fabric over her center. It had her trembling with need and she wondered if he could feel her desire through her panties.
Teeth teased her sensitive earlobe and she shivered when his tongue traced the shell. His thumb tucked under the thin fabric of her panties and stroked the seam of her center, spreading the moisture around before zeroing in on her clit. He circled just around it, making her moan against his neck.
“Goddamn, you’re responsive.” His hot breath tickled her ear and all the sensations at once set her body on fire. “If you like my fingers, love, how loud can I make you scream my name with my mouth on your clit?”
Her breath hitched as the hand that had been massaging her ass lifted her up, just enough to realize what he wanted. She helped raise herself off the countertop so that he could pull the waistband of her panties, tugging them down her thighs before setting them aside on the counter.
Excitement coursed through her at the wicked gleam in his eyes and she closed her own to try to calm her racing heartbeat. Something scraped the counter beside her, sounding like it was placed on the floor, but the thought slipped her mind right after Wes began to glide a hand along her inner thigh, rolling up the hem of her dress. With her eyes closed, the sensation of his warmth and the cold concrete countertop on her thighs made tiny explosions of goose bumps across her sensitive flesh.
She opened her eyes again to see Wes’s devoted attention solely on her. The gravity of what he was about to do, where they were about to do it, all mixed with the heat in his eyes, hit her like a static shock. She leaned back, trying to see if anyone was coming down the hallway as she pulled her dress back down. He halted, but didn’t let her tug the fabric away from his grip entirely.
“Wes, stop, what if someone sees?” The kitchen was positioned in the middle of the second floor and had counters in a U-shape around an island in the middle. With her sitting on the countertop, they were out in the open. No one could see it if they were just passing by, but if anyone entered the kitchen, they’d be able to see her pussy in all her glory.
Wes’s brow lifted as he watched her carefully. “Is that your only objection?”
She felt herself frown in confusion. He could’ve been worried about her feelings for Dean, but she’d thought she’d made it clear that she was done with him. Thea was asleep and the girl slept like the dead, but what about his teammates?
“Yeah, what other reason would there—”
“Then don’t worry about it.” He gave her a scorching kiss before placing his hands on hers, making her roll the hem up. “We’re the only ones up here.” Cool air met her sex and she shivered again, but more in anticipation than at the cold. “If one of the crew comes up, we’ll change venue, but I plan to make a dessert out of you in this kitchen. Once I start tasting, you’ll beg me to make you come. No matter who’s watching.”
He kneeled before her, his head level with her pussy and spread her wide with his hands on her inner thighs. She closed her eyes, overwhelmed with the idea of what he was about to do, but she was brought back to the moment when something sticky and warm slid down her inner thigh.
