“You’re falling behind there, Mrs. Brennan.” He grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it up over her head. “Let’s get you naked,” he said, giving her a playful shove to make her lie down so he could do the same with her jeans and underwear.
When he was done, Vivienne sat up and scooted to the middle of the bed so there was room for Wes to join her. He positioned himself on his back, with his head on the pillow, watching as she reached behind her back to unhook her bra.
There was something about the look in Wes’s eyes when he watched her undress that did it for her every time. With a coy smile, she crawled toward him, leaning down to catch his mouth in the kind of kiss that let him know exactly what she was thinking.
When she lifted up, his eyes were that dark, swirling blue that let her know he was on the same page. Or at least she thought he was, but when she made a move to slide down his body to take him in her mouth, he stopped her.
“Grab the headboard.”
“Wes...”
“Do it.” There was a little bit of darkness in his voice as he issued the order, and she was helpless to disobey. He grabbed her by the hips, once she’d complied, and she had to admit, it was kind of sexy the way he manhandled her, positioning her with a knee on either side of his head.
“I’m calling the shots this time.”
She should hate it. At least that’s what she told herself.
She was independent. She’d built herself a life and career without him. Without anyone. And that’s how she liked it. Because if there was one thing she knew, people never failed to let you down. To leave. Wes had done both already.
Then his breath trailed along her inner thigh. And it made her want what she shouldn’t.
Him.
But it felt good to let go of the control, just for a second. To rely on someone else with no worry that it might end in heartbreak or disappointment. Because the truth was, though she might struggle to trust him with her heart, he’d always been the master of her orgasms.
When his tongue touched her, the shock of pleasure sizzled through her. He was the one who growled, though. “It’s been way too long since I’ve tasted you.”
She tipped her head back in ecstasy as he licked straight up the center of her. Her fingers tightened on the headboard as Wes alternated between slow, open-mouthed kisses and then switched it up with surprising moments of suction that had her on the precipice in no time. Vivienne tightened her thighs, and the novelty of the rasp of his beard against her sensitive skin drove her even higher. The heat built fast, almost too fast considering she’d come so recently. This time was different though. In the bar, the steady drive of his fingers against her G-spot had unleashed something deep and pulsing in her belly. But this, the swirl of his tongue against her clit, was a shallower kind of pleasure. Not worse, just different, like static electricity crackling across her skin. And then Wes did that thing she liked where he pressed his tongue hard against her and moved his head just so—oh God, it felt even better than she’d remembered—and the myriad sensations coursing through her culminated in a flash of heat and light as her pelvis jerked and she came apart with Wes between her thighs.
She was boneless as he helped her slide down his body, until she was lying on top of him. With a satisfied sigh, she pressed a kiss to his talented mouth as he traced the length of her spine with his knuckles.
His cock was hot and hard between them, and she teasingly wiggled her hips. “You didn’t want to come, did you? Because I’m all tired out.”
“No problem,” he assured her. But before she could tell him she was only joking, he’d rolled her onto her back with a swift, hard kiss.
“You just lie back and let me do all the work.” The offer was made with a cocky grin that convinced her libido that she could probably muster the energy for round three. The slide of his body as he eased himself inside her dispelled any doubt, and Vivienne wrapped her arms around him, sure she would never get enough of the way he made her feel.
He was gorgeous when he fucked. Predatory. She’d forgotten the intensity of him. The focus. How he turned straight-up missionary into the most consuming, intimate kind of pleasure.
She drank in the familiar sight of him as he thrust into her, the feel of his muscles bunching and releasing beneath her questing fingers. She’d missed the feel of him, exciting and familiar, all at once. Vivienne bent her knees, sliding her heels closer to her thighs, because she knew what he liked, too, and she wanted to thank him for the thing he’d done with his tongue.
Digging her heels into the mattress, she countered his thrusts, circling her hips and wringing a curse from him. Yeah. He loved that. And she loved giving it to him. Wes’s muscles drew tight and his hips started to speed up as he hit the point of no return. Then he was groaning her name as his body convulsed with the force of his release. Vivienne wrapped her arms around him, pressing her lips against his neck and holding him close as he shuddered with the aftershocks of their desire, hoping that he’d felt even an echo of what he’d made her feel.
When his breathing returned to normal, he pushed off her, rolling onto his back, and they lay side by side in his giant bed, staring up at the ceiling.
After a moment, Wes grabbed her
