Page 33 of All It Takes

Even now, my arousal was still present, dancing like hot sparks through my veins.

I took a breath, rolling onto my back and ordering myself to stop thinking so much about Wes. My body was doing the opposite of everything I demanded. The second I tried to kick him out of my thoughts, he came back with insistence. I could remember the feel of his hands on my skin, his lips molding over mine, and the way he felt inside me.

My phone vibrated on my nightstand. Without touching my phone or even looking at the screen, I knew it was Wes. I told myself not to look, but I couldn’t help it. Like everything with him, my body had a mind of its own, driven by a force beyond my control.

Reaching over, I snagged the phone. The text banner displayed his name.

Wes:Are you awake?

My face felt hot. My body was so sensitive, so attuned to him that the mere fact he texted me from miles away had my skin feeling hypersensitive. My nipples tightened, and I could feel the fabric of my tank top lightly abrading them. I was smiling as I typed out my reply.

Me:Yes.

The dots indicating that he was typing appeared almost instantly, and I could feel the drum roll of my heartbeat pounding through my body as I waited. Butterflies twirled in my belly, sending tingles scattering through my system. My legs shifted restlessly.

Wes:I was thinking you could come over tomorrow night. I’ll make you dinner.

I bit my lip, smiling to myself.

Me:Is this a date?

My pussy clenched, and I became acutely aware of the arousal slick between my thighs.

Wes:Yes. I just want to see you.

My heart pounded faster.

Me:Well, I guess it’s good I want to see you too.

Wes:Sweetheart, I want more than to see you.

I stared at the screen, trying to calm down. Before I could talk myself out of it, I swiped his contact to call him.

He answered immediately. “Tiffany.”

“Hey,” I whispered huskily.

“What are you doing?” he asked, the sound of his voice low and gravelly, sliding over my nerve endings like warm honey.

“Lying in bed, not falling asleep.” He was quiet for a moment. “You’re supposed to tell me this is stupid,” I added.

“What if I don’t care if it’s stupid?”

“Wes,” I whispered, his name almost a plea.

“Either I come all over my hand by myself or with you,” he said, his words shocking and blunt.

My body reacted with my pussy clenching. Without thinking, my free hand slid over my belly, dipping past the thin elastic of my practical cotton panties. My fingers dipped down into my folds. They were slippery wet, and my clit was a swollen bud. I couldn’t hold back the little whimper that escaped.

“Tell me how wet you are.”

His low command elicited an immediate response with my hips bucking. “Wes,” I pleaded.

“How close are you?” he asked

I couldn’t help myself. My fingers swirled around my clit, sliding back and forth. My release was waiting, a sharp piercing need.

“Almost there,” I choked out.

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