Page 64 of Lost and Found

“Touch me,” she whispered, voice hoarse and needy.

Wes repositioned his lips onto her other breast and toyed with the edge of her panties, exploring where the silk met her skin until his fingers slid under the fabric and brushed soft, damp curls.

He wanted more, and she arched, asking with a breathy gasp until his attention narrowed, and he stroked her folds. She trembled, spreading her legs as his thumb circled her clit and his fingers pressed into her body.

In and out, arousal coated him. He couldn’t wait any longer, easing the silk underwear from her hips, down her thighs, kissing and licking down her leg and up again. When he rasped his cheeks along the inside of her thighs, goosebumps leaped on her skin. He did it again and again, making her squirm and drawing out every sound he could.

He wrapped his arms around her legs and lifted her onto the bathroom counter. Bailey shrieked and giggled and gasped as he pulled her to the edge and dropped back to his knees.

His eyes locked on hers, spreading her wide, placing one leg over his shoulder, then the next, never breaking eye contact until he licked her seam, and she shuddered, eyes squeezing shut.

The taste of her, the heat of her. He breathed her in. He listened, he studied, he memorized every single shiver and moan as he built her higher and higher, sucking, nibbling, thrusting his tongue and fingers into her as the bucking, mewing need of her orgasm threatened.

“I’m…so…”

He devoured her. Her thighs clamped around his head. Her pussy riding against his face. Wes gripped her ass and held her to him, savoring the insanity that was everything he’d ever imagined a woman could be. She knotted her fingers in his hair and came on his face, fucking and crying and letting loose in a way he didn’t know was possible until she collapsed against the mirror.

He’d never in his life known how good this could be.

The gauzy mist of orgasm left Bailey shattered. Boneless. Completely and devastatingly destroyed—and Wes had only used his fingers and tongue. God. She should say something. Do something, but he’d scrambled her mind.

She blinked, more aware, as he lifted her off the bathroom counter and carried her into the bedroom like she was a queen. “You are,” she said as he laid her on the mattress, “a god, apparently. Magic at the very least.”

Wes chuckled, low and heady, still wearing his unbuttoned jeans, erection thick and bulging for attention. She reached for him. He stole her hand away and kissed her knuckles. “You should get some sleep.”

Uh…what? “I don’t want to sleep.”

“I know the feeling, but not tonight.”

“Why? You’re, um…” She cleared her throat theatrically and nodded to the evident ridge of his cock.

He didn’t let go of her hand. “Turned the fuck on?” He chortled. “Yup. Yeah. I am.” He blew out his cheeks. “You’re injured.”

Her lips parted, but she wasn’t sure how to respond.

Wes filled the silence. “I wanted to take care of you.”

She suddenly realized how very naked she was. “Nothing hurts.”

“I’m not in a rush.”

“Okay. Well…” She needed to get dressed. Rejection while naked was awkward. Bailey scooted off the bed, quickly found fresh underwear, and disappeared into the bathroom. She returned in her pajamas. “That’s better, I suppose.”

“You’re upset?” he asked.

“I’m…confused.”

That wasn’t what he wanted. Wes closed the distance between them, resting his hands on her waist and drawing her until their stomachs touched.

“You don’t want…” She stumbled over the vulnerability. “…me?”

His fingers flexed into her sides. “I want you in ways that are rewriting what I know about wanting a woman. But it’s not going to be tonight. It’ll be when you know what you want tomorrow, and the day after that, and the one after that.”

God, he was being careful with her. Not just because her head and shoulder had been hurt. A sweet, swelling desire bloomed far below her stomach and high in her heart. Her pulse skipped again.

Wes lowered his mouth to hers. He smelled of her, tasted of her, and his heavy arms wrapped her protectively to his warm chest.

She tipped her head back and swayed in his arms. “Are you sleeping in the same bed as me?”