As I stare into his gorgeous eyes, his body pressed to mine, feeling every inch of him, I’m speechless. Well, not really. I know what I want to say. I’ve wanted to say it for a long time. “I love you. I love you so very much, Wes.”
He lets out the most gorgeous sigh before he cups the back of my neck, pulling me closer to him. Our mouths meet, and everything catches on fire. As his tongue moves with mine, I tug at his shirt, pulling it out of his shorts. He groans against my mouth once I run my nails down his chest, cupping his sides as I deepen our kiss, loving the taste of him. I love kissing him like this. That all-consuming kind of kiss that has my knees weak and my pussy screaming for him. His hands slide along my body, coming to my ass and cupping it. His cock is hard, thick against my stomach, and I can’t handle it.
I move my fingers down his stomach, undoing his shorts. He arches into me, biting my lip once I run my fingers along his length. God, he’s so fucking thick. He trails his mouth along my jaw, biting it before nuzzling his mouth into my neck, sucking on my skin as I stroke my fingers and nails along the velvet smoothness of him. He hisses out a breath once I dip my nail along his head, and I love it.
I love him.
“Fucking hell, I want you so bad.”
“Yeah,” I say, my voice breaking. “Act like I said something insanely hot because I can’t think for shit right now.”
His laughter pretty much burns a hole in my panties. He turns me, the backs of my thighs hitting his bed before we fall onto it. Our legs tangle, our arms move around each other’s bodies. We’re on our sides and our eyes meet, and when we both smile, my body vibrates with excitement. I lean in first, pressing my lips to his as he holds my jaw in his hand. As his mouth kisses mine, he moves on top of me, falling between my thighs and pressing himself into me, our moans filling the room. When he pulls back, I sit up with him as both of us reach for his shirt and pull it off. He’s made of nothing but muscle and an abundance of abs with that sexy V that makes my V scream in longing. But for a moment, I can’t enjoy his hard body because I see her name.
Gabby.
I run my fingers along her name; it’s right over his heart. “It’s beautiful.”
He smiles, covering my hand with his. “So she’s always near my heart.”
I grin. “Will there be other tattoos for me to discover?”
He nips at my mouth. “You’ll have to look and find them.”
“I love a good challenge.”
“Same,” he agrees before he pulls my shirt up and over my head. “No bra? You’re killing me with that.”
“I know. That’s why I do it. And also, because I hate bras. They’re constricting, and what the hell do I need them for? I have nothing here,” I say, gesturing to my chest.
His eyes sparkle with something sinful. “Oh, my stunning, stupendous Stella, you have two perfect mouthfuls.”
And with that, he takes my whole boob in his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it, sending me into another world. I arch into his mouth, crying out as his hand cups the other one. His fingers tweak my nipple as his mouth sucks. I’ve never been with a guy who plays with my tits, because there isn’t anything there. But the way Wes is acting, it’s as if I’ve got the biggest boobs ever. I’ve never felt so special in my life.
He moves up my chest to my neck before taking my mouth once more. Our kisses are getting desperate, fucking hot. I pull back, pushing his pants down over his ass and freeing his cock. Jesus, what a cock it is. Smooth, thick, and hard. For me. I run my fingers along his skin as he blows out a breath, more like a raspberry, his body shaking.
“I can’t handle you,” he says, sliding back and off the bed. I giggle as I gaze up at him, but soon my giggles fall off as he pushes his pants and underwear down his legs, kicking them and his shoes to the side. There is nothing but beauty in front of me, and I feel like I’m drowning in emotions right now. His thighs are so defined, and Jesus, so big.
“Is that a date?” I ask, running my finger along the top of his thigh where eight digits are inked.
“Yeah, my draft date.”
I take him by his hips, bringing him close so I can run my tongue along the numbers. I look up at him through my lashes. “That’s hot.”