she’d gotten in the mail.
Wes moved his heated gaze over her. “I could stand here and look at you all day.” He stepped closer and eased a hand onto her hip. “Do you know how beautiful you are?”
She almost laughed or deflected like she usually did when someone paid her a compliment, but the intensity in the man’s eyes stopped her. He meant it. He wasn’t giving her some line or being flippant. He really saw her that way.
Thea kissed him again, not sure how to explain to him that no one had ever told her she was beautiful. Not her dead husband, not her parents, not any man who’d ever bothered to look at her. Instead of telling him that, she kissed him again, urgently unbuckling his belt, pulling open the button fly of his jeans, and then shoving the pants and his boxer briefs down his hips.
Wes pushed down her shorts and underwear just as greedily, then brought his lips back to hers, kissing her with passion and tenderness and a need that mimicked her own.
Thea stepped out of her shorts and backed to the bed, pulling him with her. They fell to the mattress, and Wes reached around her, undoing her bra strap with one hand. She shifted onto her side, wriggling out of the straps, ready to be free of any barriers between them. She only wanted to feel his skin against hers, his heat, his passion.
Wes turned on his side to face her, tracing his finger over her breast, up to the peak of her nipple. “I want to feel every inch of you.” He lowered his mouth to where his finger had touched, kissing and licking and stealing the breath from her lungs. His hand moved from the contour of her waist down lower, and she hitched her leg up over his hip to give him access.
With his mouth still on her breast, Wes skimmed his fingers between her thighs, and Thea’s head fell back with a moan. He seemed to know her, to know what she needed, where she needed to be touched, how to make her gasp and beg.
Fighting the pull of a powerful climax, she let her hands wander too. Down his hard abs, past his hips. When she stroked his erection, he stopped moving. “You do crazy things to me,” he growled, lifting his face to hers. The desire she saw in his eyes only urged her on. She’d never lost herself this way with anyone else. Before Wes, there had always been this underlying insecurity…that she wasn’t enough.
But when he looked at her like this, like she held him in the palm of her hand, every doubt slipped away.
Unable to wait any longer, Thea pressed against him, guiding him into her, shuddering with ecstasy at the power of the moment. Wes held her tightly against him, murmuring that he cared about her, that he wanted to make her feel good.
“I’ve never felt this good,” she whispered, nibbling on his ear.
He answered with a moan, and their bodies found a rhythm together. Wes’s eyes locked on hers, bringing a connection that transcended anything physical. He wanted to see her, wanted to know her. She moved with him, while a knot of pleasure wound tighter and tighter. Pleas rose from her lips. She had no idea what she was saying. She only knew she couldn’t hold on. So she let go, sighing his name, quaking with the release of ecstasy that broke her apart. Wes held her together in his arms, pushing deeper into her. His whole body tensed with a long, sexy moan as he came apart right along with her.
When the rush started to subside, Thea opened her eyes to find Wes staring into them. He kissed her softly, and she had never felt so cherished.
Chapter Fifteen
Wes never thought this day would come.
He wasn’t the type to lounge around in bed—well, not since the day his father had died anyway. That morning he’d slept in, and the day had turned into the worst one of his life.
These days his internal clock woke him at six a.m. sharp, and he typically tore out of bed. But for once, he wasn’t in a hurry to get the day started. Not with Thea next to him. She lay on her side, facing him, her eyes still closed, her breathing rhythmic and peaceful. Some of her tawny hair had spilled over her bare shoulder, and no woman had ever looked sexier to him