“I’ll make time in my busy schedule to spend time with you,” I teased. With it being a Sunday morning, I didn’t have any meetings or work I had to get done. I’d maybe spend some time looking at inspiration on a couple of projects to get ahead for next week, but that could wait.
I stood from the table and grabbed both our plates and silverware.
“You don’t have to do that,” Wesley said behind me, and I rolled my eyes.
“Wes, you cooked us a breakfast feast. I think I can rinse some dishes and put them in the dishwasher.”
He grumbled something under his breath, and I couldn’t help but laugh. While reading him was still a challenge, I was picking up on things here and there. He liked control, he was incredibly stubborn, and he liked to take care of those in his orbit. And I guess that included me now?
Throughout our conversation over breakfast, neither one of us had brought upthatdetail of last night. I wanted to, but I…didn’t know how. As comfortable as I was around Wes, I suddenly felt shy. I focused instead on getting the dishes rinsed.
“Hey,” he said softly. “Don’t hide from me. What’re you thinking about?”
I glanced at him over my shoulder. He was leaning against the kitchen counter, eyes studying me. He was too observant for his own good. How was he able to read me so well after only a couple of months?
I focused my gaze back on the dishes. “You. Us. Last night.” I sighed. “What it means that I want it all to happen again. Wondering ifyouwant it to happen again.”
He huffed out a laugh at my last sentence, like it was the most ridiculous thing he’d ever heard. He walked up behind me. Then I felt him. His rough fingers moved my hair to the side. His hot breath against my neck. His hips against me.
“Listen to me, baby,” he said against my ear. “Last night was the best night of my life, for so many reasons. But you know what all those reasons have in common? You. I’ve been thinking about you—dreaming about you—since the moment you stepped into my life.” His hands found my hips over the shirt’s fabric.His shirt. My legs nearly gave out at the way he dug his fingers in, tightening his hold. “Of course, I want it to happen again, but only if you want it, too.”
I gulped then turned, now facing him with my back pressed against the edge of the counter. “I want it, too. I want you, Wesley.” His eyes were locked on me, like nothing else in the world mattered. Neither one of us looked away. My chest rose and fell as my breaths sped up, and I raised my brow slightly, challenging him. “And I seem to remember you saying you wanted me all to yourself. Well, are you going to do something about it?”
32
WESLEY
From the momentI met Juliette, I knew she was mouthy and didn’t back down.
It was sexy as hell.
I was surprised I hadn’t pushed breakfast off the table earlier to take her right then and there. It was a miracle I had lasted this long, especially with her walking around in my shirt, achingly beautiful with long legs on full display. And I knew she wasn’t wearing panties since I still had her pair from last night. And no bra, either.
It was my own personal torture—or heaven.
I dipped my head, my forehead against hers and lips inches away as I whispered, “Do you want my tongue, fingers, or cock, sweetheart?”
The whimper that escaped her was music to my ears. She swallowed, rolling her pretty lips before speaking. “Fingers first then cock.” Her voice was breathy, heat creeping up her neck to her cheeks.
Fuck.No way in hell was I going to argue with that.
I wrapped my arm around her waist, moving us a step to the side and lifting her up so she was sitting on the counter. Istepped between her legs, both of our breathing speeding up as she wrapped her legs around my hips, bringing me even closer.
“You tell me if you don’t like something, alright?”
“I will.” She nodded, lifting her lips up to nearly meet mine but holding back, teasing. “But you have to do something first.”
A low growl escaped the back of my throat. That damn mouth. I brushed my lips against hers but didn’t kiss her yet.
She whimpered, and I could see on her face she was seconds away from begging. I was seconds away from caving.
“Wesley,” she moaned, her legs around my hips tightening. “I’m so wet for you.”
My patience snapped, and I pressed my mouth hungrily against hers, sucking and nipping at her plump bottom lip. With a hand, I pinned her wrists above her head against the cabinets. The back of my other hand moved slowly along her jaw, down her neck, and over the tops of her breasts. I rubbed her nipple with my thumb, pinching it over the fabric.
“Are you always wet for me?”
She nodded, biting down on her lip.
