hand between my legs again, first cupping me, then stroking me. I let out a cry and paused my own hand as my hips raised off the blanket.
“We can do this,” Wes said against my mouth. “We can do this all night, Penny. I can do this as long as you want to. I never want to stop.”
His touch was confident, commanding, exactly what I needed. I had no idea what had happened to my inhibitions, but they were long gone. I moved against his touch as the firelight and the white Christmas lights glinted off our bare skin. I made every sound I wanted to. And at the same time I moved my hand on him, taking in every detail of him, his length and girth, the lines of him and the heat of him, the way he got harder in my hand. The pleasure spiraled higher and higher.
It was incredible, the best thing I’d ever felt, and as I felt my mind start to go blank and my body start to fly, I tipped over the edge and I wanted him inside me. I wanted everything. But it was too late, and I was already coming, giving in to it as his hand worked me without mercy. I came in wave after wave, and as I started to come down Wes kissed me again, deep and hard, putting his hand over mine where I stroked his cock. Together, as he ravished my mouth, we stroked him harder and faster, harder still, and then he groaned as he came on my belly, the heat of him coating my skin.
For a long moment my breath went out of me and wouldn’t come back. My God, that had been…
That had been hot.
I had just had hot sex on the floor in front of my fireplace with Wesley Kane.
I didn’t recognize myself. At all.
And I knew it was the best thing I’d ever done.
Chapter 15
Wes
I was a coward.
I’d never thought of myself as a coward before. I’d always faced life head-on. That included the difficult things, like the near failure of Kane Co. and my father’s arrest. Even this crazy engagement was something I’d taken on without fear, a problem I was willing to solve. I’d never been the “pretend it isn’t happening and maybe it will go away” guy.
Until now. Now I was a goddamned coward.
It had been three days since that night at Penny’s apartment. That hot, wild, crazy night when we’d had the most incredible sex I’d ever experienced. Considering it wasn’t literal sex, that was saying a lot. It had, as the saying goes, blown my mind, and I’d thought about almost nothing else since then, day or night.
But I hadn’t gone back to Penny’s. I’d barely even spoken to her about anything except business.
She worked in the office across the hall from mine. We saw each other frequently, talked often about business matters. We sat in meetings together. We got congratulated left and right by everyone in the company we passed in the halls. We smiled at all of them and thanked them.
And still, we didn’t talk. Not really. Penny seemed to be avoiding me as much as I was avoiding her, but that wasn’t an excuse. I should still talk to her. Get everything out in the open. Make her feel comfortable with me again. Get her to laugh, or get mad at me, or get that outraged look of exasperation that she’d worn in that meeting a year ago when we got fake engaged. Anything, really, except what we were doing. I didn’t actually want to be distant with her. I just didn’t know what to say.
Not because I didn’t care. Because I did.
It was crazy to say for Playboy Wes Kane, but sex with Penny wasn’t just a good time for me, or just fooling around. I knew Penny hadn’t had a lot of boyfriends, and she didn’t view sex the way I did—or like I used to. Normally a woman who wasn’t as experienced as I was wasn’t my type, but Penny seemed to be breaking my rules. I didn’t mind her lesser experience. In fact, I wanted to be part of her experience. I wanted to make her feel good, make her feel confident and sexy, and I wanted all of that good feeling to be about me and no one else.
I wanted—I didn’t know what I wanted. So, like a coward, I didn’t say anything to her at all.
Which made it