Every Kiss(97)

There’s an almost feral look in his eyes, but there’s also fear creeping in around the edges. Fear of being abandoned by someone he loves again. Fear of a broken heart. “I’m yours. Always.”

After pushing his shorts off his hips, Wes moves quick, settling over me and immediately finding my mouth in a blindingly passionate kiss. I’m so lost in the way his tongue is dipping deeply between my lips that I barely notice his hand move between us, pressing the rigid length between the aching flesh at the apex of my thighs. I immediately wiggle my hips, trying hard to get more than he’s giving, but he doesn’t give in. He just gives a wicked chuckle and moves his hand up to grip my hip firmly.

“Trust me, sweetheart, I’m going to give you all you want. Anytime you want it.”

And he sure as hell does.

Before I can even take another breath, he pushes inside of me, pounding so deep that I go completely mindless, all I know is the solid heat filling me, owning me, just as he said. Over and over, he slips out just to the very end and thrusts back inside again in a powerful, relentless rhythm. His hands and mouth are all over me—touching, nipping, pinching—while I lie here helplessly, completely bound to his merciless spell.

The tension is building slowly, fluidly. Promising to send me over the edge with the next thrust. But somehow, he knows and suddenly slows his pace, only moving millimeter by millimeter. And driving me absolutely freaking crazy. He keeps the release just out of reach, changing his pace just enough to keep me teetering at the edge, begging for more.

“Please,” I plead with him. “I need . . . I . . .”

“Shhh,” he soothes, taking both of my hands and pinning them over my head, making the curve of his bicep even more pronounced. Linking his fingers with mine, he dives in again for another deep kiss before his hooded gaze finds mine.

“I love you.” My voice is barely there, but he understands.

Wes flashes a brilliant grin. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were just saying that to get what you want from me. But I love you too.”

Oh, yeah? Two can play at this game. “So prove it.”

“Well-played.” His grin turns into something wicked, mischievous. “But that’s something I look forward to doing every damn day.”

Wes’ grip tightens on my hands as he thrusts his hips again, filling me more deeply than before, but finding his same rhythm. But this time, he picks up his pace, instead of slowing it down when I feel my body tighten inside. The slow burn builds into an unquenchable fire, and it spreads until I’m completely consumed by it. I begin to match his pace, lifting my hips to meet him.

“Damn,” he growls into my neck. “You feel so good. I—oh, hell . . .” His hips thrust again, rolling a little before repeating. “Now, Callie.”

Knowing he’s that close, knowing he’s right on the edge with me, it’s all I need to let go. It’s all I need to be pulled under into that oblivion I’ve been trying so hard to reach. Every burning, throbbing spasm sends me into yet another. I hear screaming long before I ever realize it’s my own voice, and Wes’ own gasps and moans are almost loud enough to drown out my own.

Finally, he collapses on top of me, barely able to catch a breath. I feel limp but weightless . . . and oh-so-good. My legs are quivering, my heart is racing, and my body is slick with sweat. Wes clings to me helplessly, and I feel like we’ve finally reached a point where we’re completely open and vulnerable with one another. And there’s only one thing left that I need to clarify with him.

“I’m not just yours, Wesley Baxter,” I say breathlessly. “You’re mine.”





“YOU WANT TO come over tonight? I’ll be ready to leave in just a bit, so I’ll even come pick you up.”

“Hmm . . . I don’t know.” I know I’m not fooling Wes, but it’s fun anyway. “You’ll probably get back from the hospital late, and you have to work tomorrow.”

Wes has gone back to the hospital the last three days to spend time with Chesley. He doesn’t tell me much about what they talk about, but I do know it makes him happy. But then again, I’m pretty happy, too. After he finally admitted his feelings for me on Saturday night, he’s a completely different person. He wanted to spend all day Sunday with me, and then when he went back to work yesterday, he called me during his lunch break and as soon as he got home. I’m more than ready to see him, even if it’s for five minutes.

“I’m taking the afternoon off tomorrow. You can stay with me tonight and sleep in as late as you want, and when I get home, we’ll get out and do something—go shopping, get some dinner, maybe see a movie. I want to take you out.”