Close To Danger (Westen #4)(46)

“Woman, I have only so much control,” he said, pulling her arms from behind him and stretching them up until her hands touched the wooden spindles of the oak headboard. “Hold on here.”

Her eyes widened. Was he going to tie her up? She’d never been into BDSM, but with Wes, she might consider it. “Why?”

“Because, I asked you to.” He lowered his mouth and kissed her long, slow and deep. When he pulled back his eyes were dark indigo pools of desire. “Trust me.”

Reading both passion and a sense of honor in his face, she gripped the spindles in her hands.

He rolled to one side, drawing the quilts over her naked body. Before she could ask what he was doing he swung around to sit on the side of the bed and open the bedside table. In the moonlight shining into the window, she saw him pull out a box of condoms.

“I thought you said you hadn’t had any other women here?” she regretted asking as soon as the words out of her mouth. Could she sound any less sophisticated?

“I haven’t,” he said as he opened a foil pack and slipped the condom over his erection. A moment later, he slid back into the bed and between her legs, holding himself back from entering her. “I bought the box the day after you left.”

“So you planned to bring me here?” she asked, feeling both suspicious and thrilled.

Leaning on his elbows, his lower half nestled tight against hers, the tip of his penis teasing her entrance he smoothed strands of her dark hair away from her face. “No. But I knew if you ever came here again, I’d definitely need protection. Because you are just way too tempting.”

“Me? Tempting?”

“Yes. All those brains, the sassy mouth and confident attitude all wrapped up in such a beautiful package? I knew making love to you would feel this hot, this fast and I wanted to be prepared.” Stretching upward, he ran his hands up her arms to meet her hands around the spindles of the headboard. His body entering hers in one long, slow thrust, until he was locked in tight to the hilt.

“Oh. My. God,” she moaned at the fullness.

He dropped his mouth on hers, pulling slowly back to the tip and thrusting in even slower. She moaned around his tongue. Bending her knees, she slid her sock-covered feet up the backs of his calves to rest on his thighs, keeping him tight inside her. He gripped her hands tighter, repeating the slow back and forth rhythm, never increasing the speed, even when she tried to move faster.

The coil of passion deep in her constricted with each of his thrusts.

Building.

Tightening.

Pushing her closer to the brink.

One more thrust and her body clenched him to her as her orgasm ripped through her. She broke the kiss to scream, “Wes!”

Slowly the trembling eased and still he kept her hands clenched in his around the bedframe, his thrusts beginning to pick up speed, and with it her passion. It was as if she were caught up in the blizzard winds from the day before and all she could do was hold on tight and ride out the storm of pleasure he was taking them both on.

Faster he drove them.

Each thrust taking them deeper.

Finally, his body started to shudder his own orgasm as he claimed her mouth once more, swallowing her cry of the second release.





CHAPTER SEVENTEEN


Despite nearly two feet of snow covering the Westen area, the Peaches ’N Cream was lit up like a neon beacon in the darkening winter evening and packed with people when Daniel pulled his truck up in front of the entrance.

On the way into town, he’d wondered where Lexie’s mother was. He suspected she’d ventured out before the storm to find a fix for her drug habit and either hadn’t made it home or hadn’t bothered to try, leaving her daughter to starve or freeze death. Now he was glad she hadn’t been at the house, because right now, he wanted to put an end to what life the miserable creature was living.

It was a miracle that he’d gotten to Lexie today. What if they’d waited to go out and check on the rural residents of Westen? What if he hadn’t double checked to be sure no one was inside?

The idea that this little girl could’ve died alone out there sent a wave of nausea through him. He glanced at his companion. Lexie, still bundled up in her blankets, her bear peeking out the top, stared inside, eyes wide with fear.

“It’s okay, Lexie,” he said in his kindest voice. “You’ve been to the Peaches ’N Cream before, remember?” he said gently.

She nodded.

“And you liked the food Miss Lorna and Pete make, right?”

Again, she nodded.

He leaned a little closer. “So what’s making you so scared?”

“All the people,” she whispered.

Ah. He couldn’t blame her. He didn’t like walking into a room full of strangers much himself. Thinking quickly, he pulled out his phone and dialed the café’s number.

“Peaches ’N Cream,” the young voice of Lorna’s teenage daughter Rachel answered.

“Rachel, it’s Daniel L?we.”

“Hey, Daniel. Pete’s got your special request tomato basil soup all ready to go. Hold on,” she said and he could hear her talking to someone in the background.

“Pete says the grilled cheese will be ready in a few minutes. How far out are you?” This was Lorna.

“Look out the front window,” he said.