Big Shot(29)
His teeth gently sank into the soft flesh of her breast, and she gasped and threaded her fingers through his hair, gripping the strands tightly to try and keep her thoughts grounded. “I . . . I think we ought to make an amendment to the bet,” she said breathlessly, before she lost her nerve.
“Yeah?” His tone was mildly curious as his free hand cupped her other breast, squeezing the flesh and plucking her nipple with his fingers. “What do you have in mind?”
God, it was difficult to think straight while in the throes of being ravished by Wes, but somehow she managed to gather her words together. “Adding sex to the agreement, for the duration of me fulfilling my end of the deal.”
“Why, little Natalie Prescott,” he said, lifting his head from her chest so that she could see his dark, mesmerizing blue eyes rounded with feigned shock. “Are you propositioning me?”
She glared at him. He had no business looking scandalized, even if it was all an act, when he was probably a pro at propositioning women. “Yes, I am,” she said, deciding to own it. “The way I see it, we can either go back to being frenemies and irritating each other while ignoring the sexual tension that has now been let out of the bag, so to speak, or we can take advantage of our situation for the next couple of weeks and enjoy more of this,” she finished, waving an awkward hand between their naked bodies. Geez, she was so inept at this sort of thing.
The faintest hint of amusement touched his features. “So, you want to be f*ck buddies?”
She inwardly cringed at the crass term, but hey, they might as well call a spade a spade. “Fuck buddies, a hook-up, frenemies with benefits, a booty call, boning each other. Take your pick, as long as we’re exclusive for the rest of the two weeks.” That was a deal breaker for her, even if they were only having a temporary fling.
Quiet humor danced in his eyes. “Did you just say ‘boning each other’?”
She shrugged and bit back a grin of her own. “Boning . . . forking . . . ”
“Spooning?” he asked hopefully.
Never would she have imagined that Wes was a spooner. But she wasn’t opposed to having his big, hard body tucked up behind hers every now and then. “That’s negotiable.”
He laughed deeply, and she realized that this was the first time they’d ever been so relaxed and at ease with one another. Who would have thought having dirty, x-rated sex would make them more civil to each other, that they’d be able to chat in bed naked and not want to throttle the other person? But that underlying tension seemed to have abated for now, and it honestly felt good to just be together without having her guard up around Wes.
He flattened his palm on her belly, his big hand and long fingers nearly spanning her hip to hip. A small frown marred his brows as he met her gaze. “How do you think your brother would feel about us ‘boning’?”
His tone was light, his choice of word a tease, but she knew he wasn’t joking around about the brother part of his question. He seemed genuinely concerned, which she found odd.
“We’ve already had sex, Wes, so that’s kind of beside the point, don’t you think? Besides, I’m an adult, and Connor doesn’t have a say in who I sleep with, nor does he ever have to know. This . . . you . . . us . . . we’re both scratching an itch,” she said, trying to find a way to keep everything breezy and casual when she’d never had breezy, casual sex in her life. “And you’re going to be my transition guy, so it’s all good.”
“Your transition guy?” he repeated, seemingly not clear on the term.
She nodded and turned on her side to face Wes, wanting him to know that she wasn’t looking for anything serious, that she didn’t expect anything from him but great sex. No strings. No commitments. No promises. They’d part ways having gotten each other out of their systems, and she could get her head back into the dating game. It really was the perfect arrangement, for both of them.
She placed her hand on his chest, the skin warm beneath her palm. “I haven’t been with anyone since Mitch,” she told him, pushing the words out. Even though she didn’t want to have this conversation with Wes, she needed to clarify her transition guy comment. “I’ve moved on emotionally, because let’s face it, he was a lying, cheating, cock-sucking *.” Damn, that felt good to say out loud.
Wes’s deep, rumbling chuckle reverberated against her hand. “Personally, I never liked the guy. I always thought you were way too good for him.”
She blinked at Wes in surprise, not sure what to make of his comment, or the fact that he’d even paid any attention to her relationship with Mitch.
“Umm, anyway, I figure it’s time for me to get back on the horse again—”
“Or in this case, get back on the cock again?” he asked, his eyes glinting with humor as he traced the dip of her waist, then up the curve of her hip with his lazy fingers.
His sensual touch made her nipples pucker tighter and a liquid heat pool in her belly and lower. She fought the arousing distraction, at least until she was done explaining. “So, this thing between us . . . the sex, the boning,” she added with a grin, just to inject some levity into the conversation as she slid a hand down his stomach to his semi-erect shaft and stroked him to full-fledge in her palm, “is all about having fun and enjoying an unemotional fling, without any expectations on either of our parts. I get that you’re not a settling-down kind of guy, but you’re the guy I want to have wild, anything-goes sex with before I get serious about dating again.”