Wes was trying to do what was in Bree’s best interest, but she wasn’t making it easy.
Then again, neither had he. Dinner overlooking the sunset? What the hell was he thinking?
This trip was supposed to be about getting better acquainted with the State of North Carolina. Instead, they’d been reminded of all of the reasons they’d gotten on so well together that night in London. The reasons they seemed perfect together.
“I want you, Bree. You know that, but—”
“You’re not looking for anything serious.” Her tone was sexy, teasing. She leaned in closer. Her soft, sweet scent teased his nostrils. The heat radiating from her body raised his temperature. “Neither am I.”
It was a lie, and they both knew it. A lie he wanted desperately to believe.
Wes gripped her shoulders, drowning in her soft gaze. Thoughts of Bree occupied every available space in his brain. Distracted him from what he should be focused on right now—the tournament.
And yet…he wanted this. He wanted her.
The thud of Wes’s heartbeat grew louder, his desire for Bree building. He leaned down and slipped his fingers into her hair as his mouth met hers.
A soft sigh escaped her mouth as she pressed her hands to his back and pulled him closer, melding the warmth of her body to his. He pinned her against the door as he captured her mouth in an intense kiss that made him ache for her.
His tongue delved inside her warm mouth. She welcomed it. Glided her own tongue along his as she gripped his shirt.
The voice in his head that was screaming at him not to do this was drowned out by the thud of his heart, his raging pulse and his feverish desire for her.
The elevator dinged, interrupting them as it had the night before. Wes pulled himself away, his eyes studying hers. This time, he couldn’t walk away. He extended his palm, his eyes not leaving hers.
Bree dug out her key card and placed it in his palm. There was a hardened edge to her expression, belied by the slight trembling of her hands and her shallow breathing. Wes ushered them inside her room and wrapped one arm around Bree’s waist, tugging her body against his.
He trailed kisses down her neck, inhaling her enticing scent. He pressed a soft kiss to her earlobe, then whispered in her ear, “Mixing business and pleasure is always a risky move.”
Bree slid one hand up his chest. Her eyes blazed with passion, desire and a bit of defiance. She had no intention of backing down. At this point, neither did he. “Don’t worry. I’m worth it.”
The edge of his mouth curled. It wasn’t the response he’d expected, but it was a sentiment he shared.
She captured his mouth in a greedy kiss that allayed any doubts about whether this was what she truly wanted. About whether she could accept his terms for engagement.
Good. No more Mr. Nice Guy.
Wes lowered his hands to the swell of her curvy bottom, swallowing her soft murmur in response. His body ached with his need for her. A need that’d been simmering since the night they met in London. But now it was at a full-blown boil.
Bree was responsive to his touch as his hands glided along her body—a perfect blend of feminine curves and athletic muscle. Her desire was a living, breathing, palpable thing that demanded satisfaction. He wanted nothing more than to give it to her.
Though the past two days indicated otherwise, this wasn’t a fairy-tale romance. Tonight was about passion and desire, mind-blowing sex and pure satisfaction. Then they would both move on.
Wes turned Bree around and nestled her bottom against him as he trailed kisses down her neck. He slipped her dress slightly off her shoulder, and continued kissing his way down it.
She grabbed the hem of her dress and lifted it, but he stopped her.
“Don’t take it off.” He growled, his lips brushing her ear. He palmed her breast, tracing the tight bud with his thumb. Wes glided his other hand down her side, then up the inside of her thigh. “All night I’ve imagined what it’d be like to bend you over in this little dress and take you from behind.”
Wes slid his fingertips along the crease of her hip, then across the waistband of her silky underwear. Her nipple beaded as he slipped his hand beneath the elastic band and over the narrow patch of curls. Bree gasped when he stroked the stiff bundle of nerves.
“Damn, you’re wet.” He breathed in her ear, running his tongue along its outer shell. Wes flicked his finger over the nub, enjoying her small gasp and the way her belly tightened in response. “Been thinking about me, haven’t you?”
“No longer than you’ve been thinking about me.” The statement began with defiance, but ended with a sensual murmur that did things to him.
“You’re right.” Wes chuckled, pulling her tighter against his growing shaft. “Because I’ve been wanting to do this since the night we met.”
Wes splayed two fingers and slipped them back and forth over the hardened nub. Bree sucked in a deep breath and looped an arm around his neck, her hips moving against his hand.
He slipped his other hand beneath her dress and gripped her waist, pulling her tight against him. His eyes drifted closed as he reveled in the delicious sensation of her moving against his shaft.
His mouth pressed to her ear, Wes whispered sweet, filthy nothings in it. She rode his hand, her movement growing frenzied as he related every dirty deed he had planned for their night together. Including how he planned to worship that world-champion body of hers with his tongue.
What was it about Bree Evans that made him crazy with want?
“Oh, my God, Wes.” Bree was close. Her knees trembled. Her breath came in short, hard exhalations that made his already taut member hard as steel.
He’d wanted to take her from behind. Keep it impersonal. Like two strangers in the dark. But there was something about the way she said his name. Something about how she felt in his arms. He wanted to see every inch of her. To stare in her eyes while she shattered, his name on her tongue.
He gathered her in his arms and carried her to bed.
* * *
Bree’s heart raced as Wesley set her on her feet beside the bed and started to remove his shirt, one painstaking button at a time.
“Thought we were keeping it quick and dirty.” She’d been disappointed that he’d wanted to make their first time together feel impersonal. Transactional. But she thought she’d done a relatively good job of hiding it. After all, that’s what she’d agreed to. A no-strings fling.
“Changed my mind.” He tossed his shirt and removed his pants without offering further explanation, then growled in her ear, “Now take that dress off before I do.”
“Sounds like fun.” Bree couldn’t help the grin that curled the edges of her mouth at the thought.
Even in the limited light of her darkened hotel room, she could see that she’d surprised him again.
She squealed when he lifted her and tossed her onto the bed. Suddenly, the dress was off, he’d removed her bra and they were both down to their underwear. Wes trailed kisses down her chest and belly before slowly dragging her panties down her legs.
Before she could react, he’d pressed his open mouth between her legs, his tongue lapping at her sensitive clit. Bree moaned with pleasure at the incredible sensation, calling his name before she could stop herself.
He slid his large palms beneath her hips, gripping them and pulling her closer to his mouth as he pleasured her with his tongue. She writhed as the warm sensation of ecstasy built at her center and her legs started to shake.
Wes pulled away and rummaged on the floor, then she could hear the tearing of the foil packet and make out the silhouette of Wes sheathing himself in the dark. He gripped the base of his length and slowly glided inside of her.
Bree sank her teeth into her lower lip, reveling in the sensation of Wes entering her, inch by inch, until he was fully seated. She cursed, her fingertips pressed to the strong muscles of his back, her fingernails digging into his skin.
Wes held her gaze as he moved his hips. Slowly. Precisely. The friction he created with each thrust of his hips was both torturous and delicious. She arched her back, desperate to heighten the sensation.
Her breathing was rapid and shallow as the pleasure building rose to a crescendo. She came hard, her muscles tensing and her legs shaking as she dug her heels into the mattress and her fingernails into his skin.
The hard muscles of his back tensed as she called his name, her body writhing in ecstasy. His gaze intensified as he moved his hips harder and faster until he’d reached his own edge. Wes’s body stiffened and he cursed, his breathing labored. He tumbled on the bed beside her, both of them struggling to catch their breath.
Neither of them spoke.
Finally, Bree turned on her side, facing him. This was her idea, so she should be the one to break the awkward silence.
“Wes, that was…” She pressed a hand to his warm chest as she forced her eyes to meet his. “Incredible.”
The edge of his mouth curled in a soft smile as he cupped her cheek. “No, you were incredible.” He pressed a kiss to her mouth.
Her racing heart slowed just a bit and her shoulders relaxed. His compliment seemed genuine. Maybe he had enjoyed it as much as she had. Wanted her with the same intensity with which she wanted him.
“I know you’re worried that I can’t handle casual, but I can.”
“Have you ever been in a casual relationship before?” He gave her a knowing smile that indicated he already knew the answer to his question.
“No.” Her cheeks heated as she remembered how he’d teased her earlier about being a good girl. “That doesn’t mean I’m incapable of being in one. I just hadn’t encountered the right opportunity…until now.”
Wes pushed a strand of hair off her face. “I want to believe you.”
“You can.” She kissed his mouth, then trailed kisses down his chest. Convey strength and confidence. She looked up at him and smiled in a manner she hoped was seductive. “But by the time I’m done with you, you won’t want to walk away from me.”
“Maybe you’re right.” He stroked her hair. “But I will walk away, and I need to know that you’ll be okay with that.”
Bree swallowed her disappointment and forced a big smile. “Don’t worry. I’m a big girl. I’ll be fine.”
She resumed kissing her way down his hard chest and his tight abs, reminding herself that they were only having a little fun. Enjoying each other’s company. That she shouldn’t be falling for Wesley Adams. And ignoring the fact that she already was.