Chase Me If You Can(46)
“There is one thing.”
Something in my expression must give a hint of what I’m thinking, because Wes’s furrowed brow smooths out into a cheeky grin. “Would this have anything to do with that audiobook?”
I started this, but that doesn’t make it any easier to actually ask for what I want. I swallow hard, then shift my weight closer. The hand on my back slides lower, settling on my ass as I lift to bring my mouth close to his ear. “And if it does?”
His chest rises sharply under me with a harshly drawn breath. “Tell me and it’s yours,” Wes says, all the muscles laid out beneath mine newly tense. “Whatever you want, Sloane.”
Heat zips along my skin and settles low in my stomach at the ragged words. I slide back onto his lap, my thighs spread over his, and loop my arms around his neck. His hand finds its way under the hoodie to rest on my back, skin to skin, his thumb brushing over the base of my spine.
Tension coils between us. A faint flush blooms across the top of his cheeks, but Wes doesn’t move beyond the light touch at my back. Waiting, despite the half-lidded anticipation he doesn’t try to hide.
The moment my mouth touches his, his palm settles on my jaw. I press closer, deepening the kiss and letting out a barely there moan when his grip shifts to my hair. I rock into him, pleasure turning molten at the feel of him hardening beneath me. I do it again, my breathy groan mingling with his choked-off curse before our lips meet.
“Touch me,” I murmur against his mouth. “Make me feel good, Wes.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he says, accent thickening as his control slips. He sucks a kiss against my throat, tongue dancing over my throbbing pulse, and then rolls me beneath him. Another kiss, this one deeper, his weight delicious as he presses me into the mattress.
Wes keeps kissing me as he drops one hand to my bare thigh and slowly drags it up to the waistband of my shorts. I tense with anticipation, forgetting to breathe until he laughs against my lips. His second stroke up my leg ends with his hand sliding under the shorts, cutting off his laughter with a raspy, “No underwear?”
He doesn’t give me a chance to reply, not that he needs one. He can feel my bare skin for himself, his fingers slowly moving down along my hip before sinking between my thighs and pressing firmly. I whimper at the pleasure of it, the lingering traces of pain in my head forgotten as he grinds his palm down. My hips jerk involuntarily, a breathless more falling off my tongue.
Wes gives me what I need, fingers sinking lower until they slide through slick heat. “I did this to you.” His voice is full of satisfaction as he teases me, vowels slipping into each other in an accent as strong as I’ve ever heard it. “Tell me you’re this wet because of me.”
I make an incoherent noise, not capable of answering when Wes slides a finger into me, the touch almost too gentle. Tightening my grip in his hair, I drag his mouth back to mine in a silent plea.
“I got you, darlin’.” His touch turns firmer, two fingers sliding in and curling as his thumb goes to work on my clit. We’re both still fully dressed, his hand down my pants like we’re teenagers in the back seat of a car. I don’t care one bit. It feels so good that I don’t realize I’m about to come until the orgasm screams through me, leaving my thighs quivering and the rest of me limp.
“Just give me a second.” Air saws out of my lungs as I rub my thigh against his hard cock. “That was…you’re…good.”
Wes chuckles, easing his hips away from me and stealing another kiss, back to gentle and sweet. “How’s the pain?”
I blink, the last bits of it no longer lingering. “Gone.”
“Good.” He kisses the tip of my nose and pulls back. “You should be able to get back to sleep now.”
“But what about…You didn’t…”
Wes rolls off the bed and doesn’t make a secret of adjusting the bulge in his pants. “Wasn’t about me. We need to get an early start tomorrow if you’re up for it. I’ll take care of myself tonight.” He swoops in for another kiss, this one full of need and promise. “But don’t worry, darlin’, I’ll think of you the whole time.”
Chapter Twelve
Thankfully, the combo of extra sleep, a hot shower, and some prescription meds—and okay, definitely Wes too—banish the last traces of the migraine overnight. I’m awake an hour before my alarm, unsurprising with a four-hour nap in the mix.
Instead of getting up right away, I watch the blinking light on the smoke detector above my head. What the hell happens now? Wes kissed me last night. Bought me dinner, kissed me, and then gave me probably the best orgasm I’ve ever had with a guy.
And then he just…left.
It’s exactly what I’d expect from him. Or it was, before all those kisses that felt far more like a promise than a conquest. He didn’t exactly treat me like a hookup last night. He took care of me, was sweeter than any guy I’ve been with, not to mention the very obvious fact that he got me off without expecting anything. And not in the way that’s happened to me before, with promises and assurances they just wanted to give me pleasure, only to sulk when I didn’t take it upon myself to return the favor.
And there was that moment, that cozy, intimate moment that felt so good, so right. I was the one who got overwhelmed and turned it into something else. I was the one who asked him to touch me. Wes waited for my cues.