Page 70 of Fight For Us
“What are you asking me?” He reached me and cupped my chin in his hand. I wanted to close my eyes. To protect my heart. His fingertip drew a line down my quivering bottom lip, and my legs trembled. I forced my eyes open to find his blazing into mine, so dark they mirrored the night sky.
“Us. Me and you. Is this just a deal for you?”
“How could I answer that when I don’t even understand what you’re asking me,” I said.
He boxed me against him, resting one hand above my head on the rough exterior wall. His warmth and smell surrounded me and for the first time that night my chest loosened. All I wanted to do was curl into him. He bent his head until we were so close his breath mingled with mine. An ache grew—hot and heavy in my throat, in my chest, between my legs. Pure need coursed through me and I tested him by grazing my cheek against his. The rough stubble scratched my sensitive skin. “Wes,” I cried.
He captured his name from my lips with a light teasing kiss. It was too much and not enough. My knees buckled but he wrapped his arms around me, lifting me against the wall.
“I’ve got you, Tiger. I always have and I always will.” I crashed my lips against his in a frenzy of need. I’d wanted this for so long, there was no denying it anymore. I melted against him as he pressed his tongue along the seam of my lips. I opened, tasting him as he licked into me. Scrambling to get closer, deeper, I dragged my fingernails into his thick shoulder muscles and he groaned, sucking my bottom lip between his teeth. “Fuck, I need you.”
“You have me,” I said through a panting breath and he trailed the column of my neck with kisses. I pulled his bun loose and fisted my hands into his hair. God, it was so soft and full. I gave it a light tug, eliciting another groan from his lips. “I love that sound.”
He groaned again and I hummed an easy laugh.
“Your laugh is so hot,” he said, sucking on my lip again. He gripped my ass, grinding me against him with each stroke of ourtongues. My skirt rolled up to my stomach but I didn’t care. I needed more.
Noise from the party pulled me in, and I angled my head to listen. “Do you hear that?”
“No, I only hear you.” I kissed him lightly and brought my forehead against his.
“I think it’s almost midnight,” I said once I could make out what the voices were saying. “Kiss me, Wes.”
“Always,” he said, brushing his lips against my cheek and down to my mouth.
“Kiss me and then take me home.”
Chapter 28
Wes
Thank fuck the kidswere sleeping at my parents house. I unlocked our front door and gathered Olivia into my arms in one quick motion. Fifteen minutes of her hands on my thigh, teasing me while I drove had me about ready to throw her over my shoulder and toss her on our bed. One taste and I was completely feral.
“You know I’m going to make you pay for your teasing in the car,” I said. She gasped and made the most delicious humming sound as I sucked her earlobe into my mouth.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said sweetly.Right.Her hands slipped under my shirt, exploring the ridges of my abs. “God, I love these. Lose the shirt.”
“Damn, Tiger… You don’t waste time.” I pulled my T-shirt up and over my head, basking in her praise. I worked my ass offto keep my body fit, and to have her appreciating it made me so fucking grateful.
Wrapping her arms around my neck, she kissed me softly and whispered, “I’m done wasting time, and yes, I like being in control. Let’s go to bed.”
“You meanbed, right?” I asked to be sure I was actually hearing her correctly and this wasn’t my imagination running rampant. I’d pictured this so many times and in so many ways.
She stepped back and pulled her shirt off, tossing it next to mine on the floor. Standing in front of me in only her short skirt and bra, she cocked her head to the side. “Does this answer your question?”
My heart was about to burst through my chest. She was so fucking gorgeous. I’d never felt this fierce need for anyone or anything. I barely recognized the deep timbre of my voice as I said, “I think so, but I want to be sure.”
The corner of her lips tipped up in a smirk and I knew she caught on to my game. Games were our thing. Our icebreaker. I loved to see her play.
She slid her skirt down her legs and stepped out of it, letting her palms trail up her thighs and across the thin straps of her panties. My cock grew uncomfortably hard against my boxer briefs.
“You next,” she said, pinning me with her dark eyes.
I fumbled with the button of my jeans, too distracted by the outline of her curves in the dark room. Holding onto the wall for balance I pulled the jeans off and kicked them aside. Needmixed with insecurity as I stood in front of her with nothing to hide. I’d grown to accept my body, for the most part. Having a metal leg was pretty badass generally. But she was perfection. What if she didn’t like what I had to give?
I cleared my throat and scrubbed my hand down my face. This was easier in my clothes. Easier still, if she was the sole focus. “I, uh, understand if you’ve changed your mind.” My tone dropped so low, my voice cracked. “Seeing me—”
“Wes,” she said, stopping me. “You’re beautiful. All of you.” Stepping forward she buried her face against my chest and I held her tight. Her lips traced a path of kisses up my chest and neck until she reached the shell of my ear. “Take me to bed and fuck me.”
