to know I was going to take my time, even if I prematurely ejaculated in the shower before we got the chance to have intercourse.
To be honest, I didn’t know the difference between sex and making love. I’d had passionate sex, albeit nothing compared to being with Cammie. I was sailing into uncharted waters, desperate to be the best thing she’d ever experienced, even if it left me craving more.
“I’ll make love to you, Cam, not because you’re asking, but because I need to know too. I’ve never felt this way about anyone in my life. It’s not happening in this shower. We’re going to dry off and slip into bed. I need to see every part of you, an inch at a time. There isn’t a place on your body I’m not going to touch. I need to know you’re okay with that.”
She took my chin and lifted it so we were staring in each other’s eyes. “I want this.”
I didn’t know how I was going to stand to get out of the shower in my predicament, but dammit it was going to happen. Nothing would keep me from having this, not even a broken cock.
Chapter 26
I’d given into temptation and allowed Wes to have his way with me. He’d wanted it for a very long time, and I needed it. I wanted to know what it felt like to be with someone who genuinely cared about me; maybe even loved me, if it was possible. He hadn’t been around me in years, but the way he knew me was almost scary.
His sense of humor kept me relaxed and preoccupied. The way he touched me didn’t feel sinful. It was passionate and welcoming, like he was meant to do it.
I never expected this to happen. The last thing I wanted was a relationship, especially from someone so close to my family, but Wes was one of the good guys. He lived a comfortable life. He wanted me to be a part of it. I didn’t care about his money or the things he could get with power. I wanted to know what it felt like to be loved unconditionally. I needed to know I wasn’t a worthless piece of shit for my past actions. It was necessary to hear someone say I could have a child and still be the same person I was before. I needed to know that having this baby wasn’t a mistake. He or she would be loved. I’d give my child the best life, no matter how hard I had to work to make it happen.
I’d been naïve for far too long. I’d made terrible choices leading to repercussions I’d live with for the rest of my life. I had a choice to dwell in my shameful actions, or move forward with a life I could accept.
I had the opportunity to make things right.
Wes reached behind me to turn off the faucet. He left the shower head hanging down as he extended his hand for me to take. We'd been in the shower for quite some time but never once had I looked at anything but his face.
How was that possible?
I knew he was hard. He wasn't keeping it a secret. When he stood he pulled me with him. His hand let go of mine so he could bring both of his up to cup my cheeks. "I can't believe you're here with me."
"I am," I assured him.
"Are you ready to get out?"
"Yes," I whispered as he kissed me.
Wes opened the curtain and led me, allowing me enough space to be able to check out his ass. I took in the rear parts of his body, the firmness as he took each step.
If he was this sexy in the back I couldn't wait to see what the front had in store.
Before I could comment he turned and wrapped a towel around me, bringing his body close to elude me from getting a peek. “Don’t you want me naked?” I asked.
“Oh, you’re not getting dressed. I just don’t want you cold as I’m ravaging every inch of you. Let’s get you dried off so I can get started. We have a dinner to go to later, and it’s probably going to take me the rest of the day.”
With his statement I gulped hard, fully understanding his intent.
He led me into his bedroom, pulling off the towel and exposing all of me. Then finally, he stepped back, crossing his arms to take me in. I tried