Wes licked his lips and winked. “The quarterback needs to tell the rest of the team the play.”
“You’re a one man team.” I pointed out.
“Oh sweetheart…” He captured my mouth with his briefly then pulled back. “It’s cute that you think that.”
Before I had a chance to respond he lifted me into the air and carried me over to the bed, I had no choice but to wrap my legs around him and hold on as he softly joined me, his body hovering over mine.
“I’m not sure if I should be horrified that you think I’m a one-man team…” Wes slowly lowered his head to my thigh and winked. “Or amused.”
My body arched as he bit the garter, his tongue dancing around the inside of my thigh as he explored every inch of territory, his teeth emerged, nibbling the same place he’d just kissed.
I let out a moan.
“Teeth, tongue…” Wes peered up at me and crooked his finger. “And imagine, that was just my mouth.”
“Uhh—”
He silenced me by very slowly peeling down the stockings, throwing the garters behind him, and then tilting his head as he examined my lacy white underwear.
I shifted uncomfortably. It was nerve wracking having a man that beautiful stare at me like that.
“Remind me…” He leaned down, kissing the white lace at the top of the panties. “To buy out Victoria’s Secret.”
“Hilarious…” My raspy laugh turned into a gasp as he slowly peeled the panties down and continued kissing.
“Nothing funny about it.” He blew across my skin. “I just want to see you in nothing but this for the rest of my life—that too much to ask?”
“N-no.” His fingers grabbed the thin piece of material holding the underwear in place, and slowly slid them off. What I saw in Wes’s eyes made my heart soar. It wasn’t just approval, it was awe.
Chapter Thirteen
Every touch. Every caress. Every brush of skin against skin was like getting a shot of electricity directly into my heart. It was like being brought back to a world of light, after a lifetime of darkness. –Wes Michels
Wes
There were no words I could use to explain to Kiersten what I saw when I looked at her.
I’m sure they existed. I just didn’t know them yet or hadn’t been gifted with adequate logical thought to pull them out of the air and use them. I was too distracted by her red hair and green eyes, and the white garters that seriously almost stopped my heart all over again.
And then her tan skin against the white? It was too much. I actually wondered if it was possible for a man to have a stroke just because his sensory organs were taking in too much all at once.
Like being placed in front of a strobe light or something.
My eyes couldn’t open wide enough.
My hands couldn’t explore enough.
Damn, but God had had perfection in mind when he’d made this girl. She was….just…beautiful, effortlessly so.
From her high cheekbones to her mop of red hair spilling all over the white satin pillowcase.
I hadn’t really had a lot of control to begin with. So I knew I was on borrowed time as she tilted my chin up and then leaned down to kiss me.
That one touch. That one innocent kiss. Was enough to set me on fire.
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With a growl, I pushed her back onto the bed, pressing her body into the mattress, covering her with my own. With one hand I cupped her face while my other caressed her side.