Page 76 of Love Marks

I can almost hear her eye roll through the phone. “No, sweetheart. I’m fine.”

“Alright. I’ll call you later. Love you.”

“I love you too.”

I hang up the phone and slide it into my pocket, coming over to meet Wesley at the table where he’s laid out a beautiful breakfast spread. He comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist, pressing a soft kiss to the back of my neck.

“How’s your mom?” He asks, tracing his hands along my hips.

I turn around and press my hands against his chest, meeting his eyes. “She’s fine. A little upset that I forgot to call. She gets worried.” I press my head against his hard chest, loving the way I feel wrapped in his arms.

I turn back towards the food. “This looks incredible.” There’s a whole spread of breakfast food including french toast, bacon, and fresh fruit.

He slides out a chair and gestures for me to take it. Sitting across from me, he starts loading food onto our plates. “I hope you’re hungry.”

“Always.”

We eat in silence for a few moments. Pouring syrup over my French toast, I feel suddenly nervous again. Is this the part where we talk about what happens next? Is this just a casual thing? Has he done this sort of thing before — sleeping with his enemy-turned-employee-turned-friend?

Does he want to keep things casual or is this something else? I’m not even sure what I want anymore. My head feels like a jumbled mess — probably from the multiple orgasms.

“What are you thinking over there?” Wesley’s voice interrupts my spiraling.

“I guess I’m freaking out a little. I work for you and you’re you and I’m me and I thought you hated me and what are we doing here?”

My rambling does nothing to extinguish the fire in his eyes. He doesn’t say anything. Instead, he takes a few more bites of his food, and I do the same. The silence is killing me and he still hasn’t answered my question. Finally, he wipes the corners of his mouth and throws his napkin onto his plate, pushing back to stand. He pulls at my hand, bringing me with him, and pressing me against the kitchen island.

“First of all, I could never hate you,” he hums, brushing his nose against my cheek. “Would it help if I told you I don’t know either?”

He presses soft kisses to my neck, and I let out a breathy moan.

“All I know is I want to do this. All. Day. Long.” He growls and lifts me into his arms, his hands gripping my ass firmly. As if I weigh nothing, he carries me back towards the bedroom.

He lowers me down to the bed, pressing his lips to mine with a groan. I love the feeling of his hard body pressed into mine and I wrap my arms around him, tugging him closer.

He chuckles against my mouth. “So impatient.”

All thoughts have evaporated from my mind. There is nothing but Wesley and the way his hands feel roaming my skin. Before I realize it, the clothes that I just put on are being stripped away by his exploring hands.

I smirk against his lips, pulling back. “Now who’s impatient?”

He groans into my mouth. “You’re right. I’ve been thinking about this all morning.”

He kisses me again and the intensity of it almost knocks me backwards. It’s a kiss that brands me and makes me entirely his. It’s like he’s trying to communicate something urgent, delicate and wonderful with his lips and I match him for every word.

He moves his lips lower, taking my nipple into his mouth and thumbing the other with soft circles. I love how big his hands are, how my breast fits perfectly into his palms.

“So soft.” He continues circling my nipple with his thumb, the movement sending a wave of pleasure up my spine. “You feel so fucking amazing, it’s unbelievable.”

His dirty talk is going to be my undoing, I swear. The husky edge to his voice as he dips his hand lower, telling me how every inch of me feels, how soft, how perfect, how ready for him I am.

He dips a finger into my waistband, finally where I need him most. He groans at the contact.

“You’re so wet for me, aren’t you?” He circles my clit with his thumb, the movement slow and torturous.

I try to hold in a whimper as he lifts his head up and meets my gaze. “There’s so much I want to do with you, I can’t decide.” He holds my gaze as he dips a finger inside me.

“What do you like? Be specific.” He nearly growls the words out, watching me intently. “You didn’t tell me last night.”