Page 25 of Wes
My body reacts instantly to his hot breath along my sensitive skin, and I swallow a whimper of pleasure.
My mind is a jumbled mess, and my heart pounds desperately against my sternum. We step outside the restaurant, and I see an alcove. I pull him into it, glide my hands up his chest, and roll to my toes. I use my mouth to show him how grateful I am to have him. It’s been almost two months since the day I found him in one of my triage rooms. Since we started openly dating, we’ve only shared a handful of kisses, and I’m desperate for more.
His arms wrap around my waist, and I’m lifted off the ground. Turning us, he presses me against the wall, tucked away from prying eyes. Moments like these, his consideration and protection over me, outweigh any over-the-top gesture.
“Take me home,” I mutter against his mouth.
Wes freezes and his brows pull together as he searches my face. “You sure? We can do something else.”
“Wes, sweetheart, take me home,” I repeat and nibble on his lower lip.
He runs his thumb under my lip and smiles. “Anything you want, Natalia. I’m yours, baby.”
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The ride from the restaurant was strenuous. His hand nestled onto my thigh, teasing me and raising my body temperature with each passing second. Wes managed to keep our conversation PG, even though I know he’s thinking about the same things I am. His pinky slid higher by the time we pull up to his home.
Wes’s place isn’t what I expected. A single man with a teenage boy? Chaos is what I expected, but inside his home, I find things are in their place. It’s been recently cleaned and smells of Pine-Sol. On a corner table are a few frames holding varying images of Wes with Reece. One even holds an image of all three of them when they were still a family.
Large smiles brighten their faces, and a sadness comes over me. I was never able to give Jeremy this kind of memory. John’s choice, I know—
Wes lifts my face to his and studies me. His thumb swipes along my cheek, clearing a stray tear I never felt. “Hey, what’s wrong?” He looks at the table, and when his eyes meet mine again, they’re soft. “I can’t erase our past. It wouldn’t be fair to Reece.”
“That’s not it. Jeremy and I—” I sigh and lean my forehead against his chest.
Wes pulls me tight against him. “His father was an idiot. Being a dad is the best part of my life.”
After a moment, his arms loosen, and I stare into his hazel eyes. Flecks of gold and green shine bright. “I’m sorry I ruined the—”
His lips are on mine, firm yet yielding. “You couldn’t ruin a damn thing, baby,” he whispers against my mouth before his tongue is gliding along mine.
I gasp, sucking in a breath, when Wes peppers my face and then neck with kisses. “Take me to bed.” My words sound needy, reflecting the state of my body.
Wes leans down, and his arm sweeps my legs from under me. Wrapping my hands around his neck, I lay my head against his chest. I breathe him in and my eyelids lower as he carries me down a hall. He sets me on my feet, and his hand slides up my back. My zipper lowers, and I shudder when the cool air hits my skin.
I’m grateful when Wes doesn’t comment at my reaction. Raising my fingers to the buttons of his shirt, I note his slight tremble and make quick work of sliding them through the tiny slots. I lick my dry lips, excited to see what lies below, and we work together to remove his tie.
Wes shrugs off his shirt, and I pull my dress off my shoulders. The materials hit the ground at the same time, and we stare. There’s a light smattering of hair on his chest before it narrows into a thin line and disappears behind his slacks. Lifting a hand to caress it, I enjoy how the coarse hair feels against my skin.
I undo his belt and grab the tab to his zipper. Wes’s mouth crushes mine in another toe-curling kiss. His rough fingers glide up my back, and my breasts come free of my bra. They pucker at the cool air, and I push his slacks off his hips, leaving him in the same state of undress.
This beautiful man swooped into my life in the most unconventional way, but I wouldn’t undo it. His understanding of my priorities as a mother and the importance of my work and its sometimes-unusual hours is a blessing.
His hands cover my ass, kneading the flesh in the most delicious way, and he lifts me up. My legs lock around his waist, lining our eager sexes. His hard length presses against my panties, and my hips swirl, seeking relief only he can give.
The cool sheets hit my back, and I gasp. Wes chuckles and rolls us over. “Better?” he asks, his hands sliding up my sides and taking my breasts. He finds my nipples and plucks at them.
My back arches, and I moan. “Yes.” I cover his hands with mine and rub myself over his hard length. “Feels so good.”
“You’re gorgeous, Natalia. My imagination didn’t do you justice.”
One of his hands slips free and lowers toward my clit, pressing a finger over the material covering me. I bite my lip at his touch. It’s been so long since anyone caressed my flesh. Reaching behind me, I cup his balls, heavy with his own need.
“Are you attached to these?” he asks, tugging at my underwear.
“They’re my favorite,” I tell him, and he flips us over.
The bed is warmer now, thanks to Wes’s body heat. Taking a hold of the scraps at my hips, he slides the material off. I rise to my elbows but fall back when his mouth covers my core.
