Page 22 of The Bookbinder's Guide to Love
“I’ll keep you warm,” he said, kissing her again. But with their heavy winter coats, she couldn’t get close enough. Wes kissed her hard and deep, lingering in a way she felt all the way to her core.
“I’m counting on it. No talking until we get to my place,” she said.
“Not even about how I can’t stop thinking about you being wet?” he asked.
She couldn’t help smiling at the way he said that. “How does that make you feel?”
“Hard. But I’ve been in a state of semi-erection since I showed up at your shop.”
She put her hand down between them, stroking him through his jeans. Hewashard, making her wetter, and she almost rethought sex against the side of a building. “Good to know,” she said. “I thought you were hot, until I figured out who you were.”
“Hopefully I’m doing the right things to change your opinion,” he said.
“You’re getting there.”
Sera’s house was a small New England cottage that was nestled on a residential street one block from WiCKed Sisters. He kept her hand in his and his mouth shut, as she’d asked him to. He didn’t allow himself to dwell on anything other than the fact that she didn’t want to be alone.
He wanted to know more about her, which was dangerous and stupid because he was hoping to do something altruistic with her. Trying to make amends for how he’d acted and figure out a way to be at peace with Grandpa.
But as usual nothing was straightforward.
Her front door had a wreath with three bells hanging off it. “Tell me again you’re not a witch.”
She threw her head back and laughed. “It’s a new moon tonight. Are you worried I might put a spell on you?”
If she was going to cast one, then he was pretty sure she’d done it with her voice and words back in the tavern. He hadn’t realized it then, but he was definitely under her spell.
There was no answer to that as she used her phone to unlock her front door. He just followed her inside. Her house smelled of lavender—not surprising with how he’d smelled it on her all night—and cinnamon. He toed off his shoes and then took off his jacket, noticing she was doing the same. There was a light on at the end of the hall.
Wes took her into his arms once she had her coat off. “Is this what you were picturing back at the tavern?”
He pulled her against him as he leaned back against the wall. Sera’s arms were around his neck, her skin was soft and her breath warm as she exhaled. Her thighs between his legs. Her mouth was on his neck, warm and wet, sucking at the skin there as her hands pushed into his hair. He cupped her ass and lifted her up until he could rub the ridge of his cock against her.
Her mouth moved lower, her hands going under his sweater and shoving it up to his armpits. Her hands were cold as she rubbed them over the hair on his chest. Wes tried to slide his hand under her blouse but the buttons and the way it was cut made that impossible. Women didn’t usually make him this desperate, but there was something about Sera, from the moment he’d seen her, that had him hungry for more.
He undid them and then she shrugged out of it, stepping back and pulling his sweater up over his head. He couldn’t take his eyes off her breasts in the creamy lace bra. Her skin was pale and the figure above her jeans was full and curvy.
Wes put his hands on Sera’s waist and pulled her back to him, lowering his head to drop kisses at that spot between her breasts. She reached between them, undoing her jeans first and then his. He felt her shimmy in his arms until her jeans were at her feet.
He pushed his down and then stopped.
Fuck. “I don’t have a condom.”
“I’m on the pill,” she said. “And I don’t have sex that often.”
“I do, but I’m healthy,” he said even as he worried about having sex without a condom. He was taking a chance; as much as he didn’t really love a rubber, the pill didn’t protect against STIs.
But at this moment he really didn’t want anything but Sera naked under him.
“So...are we good?” she asked.
He freed his cock and lifted her off her feet. She wrapped her legs around his hips and her arms around his shoulders. Her breasts were soft and cushiony against his chest as her mouth met his. He cupped her butt, loving the feel of it in his hands. A part of him wanted to make this last beyond tonight.
But that wasn’t what she’d asked for. She wanted something quick and hard, just enough to make her not feel alone. She didnotwant to start something with a toad. Luckily, he didn’t take too much offense at that.
He turned so she was between his body and the wall, shifting his hips until the tip of his erection was at the entrance to her pussy. She was wet and hot, and he groaned as he entered her in one long thrust.
She shifted around him, sucking his tongue deeper into her mouth as her hips rose toward him. God, she felt good. Better than he’d thought. He’d had bar sex before. It was quick and sometimes satisfying, but this wasmore.