July (Calendar Girl #7)(26)
We found ourselves in front of a rectangular structure. “You see that?” He pointed to it excitedly.
“Um, yeah, it’s pretty big, babe,” I snorted and he ignored the jab.
“This was featured in Iron Man 3! Take my picture in front of it.”
I laughed, took his phone, and he pumped his arms out in front of him in a very superhero-esque pose and I snapped it. “You’re so goofy!” I smiled, and he once more took me into his arms.
“And you love it.” His green eyes dazzled, his face softening into an expression of serenity and joy. That was the face I wanted to look into forever.
“I love you,” I countered.
He inhaled sharply. “The things those words do to me. Christ Mia, I can’t describe it. Just so damned lucky to be hearing it. I feel like I’ve waited my whole life to hear it.”
I smacked his chest playfully. “You’ve only known me seven months.” I sashayed out of his arms swaying my hips from side to side, putting on a show, trying desperately to lighten the intense moment. “Come on, we have a million miles of lawn to traipse through.”
He caught up to me as I picked up my pace. “You are unbelievable.”
With a hip bump to his side, he staggered. “You better believe it! It’s all real.”
Wes reached for me again and caught me close. “And all mine.” Then he kissed me. Not a soft kiss. Not a hard kiss. A downright knock-down, drag-out, precursor to boning type kiss that made me pant, moan into his mouth, grip his hair, and pull him closer. I wanted more, and I didn’t care where we were or how I got it, just that he gave it to me. Now.
“Want you…”I whispered between licks and sweet, drugging sucks of his succulent mouth.
He grinned, and I could feel his smile against my teeth, his hand locked into my hair. “I know,” he whispered then tugged on me and gripped my hand. “Come, like you said, we have a million miles of lawn to traipse through, and I, for one, want to get you back so I can ravish you.”
I followed, a little dazed and a bit annoyed play time was over, yet equally anticipating more play time when we got back. “Where’s the exit?”
He tipped his head back and laughed, a deep, throaty sound that I absolutely adored. Wes gave good laugh. Then again, Wes gave good everything. “Soon baby. Anticipation sweetheart, makes everything more intense. We’ve got all night.”
Pinching my lips together, I sneered, “But one of us has to work tomorrow and wants her man to exhaust her tonight, not by trailing through unending paths and lovely gardens, but by plundering her garden,” I wiggled my eyebrows suggestively.
“Wicked woman!”
“That’s right. No rest for the wicked. So come on, make me tired.” I grinned, and he lifted me up in a princess hold and spun me around in a circle. It was fun; it was carefree. It was Wes and me.
***
The instant the elevator doors closed, he was on me. His hands were all over my body, his tongue in my mouth. Claiming, consuming, devouring. The hand rail around the elevator dug into my back, and I mewled and winced. Wes’s hands roamed down my back until he felt the offending bar and slid his hands over my ass and down to my thighs where he promptly lifted me. I was happy about this for two reasons. One, the bar was no longer digging a hole through my spine, and two, it put his cock exactly where I wanted it, pressing hard against my love button. It was wild, wicked, and just what I wanted.
The doors opened, which should have stopped the very overt public display of affection, but we were too far gone, until the sound of laughter and the elevator not moving pierced through the fog that was Wes. He too moved his head infinitesimally from my mouth and took in the two bodies standing there, Anton holding the door of the elevator open and Heather holding her hand over her mouth to try and contain the escaping peals of laughter.
“Lucita...” Anton’s voice was laced with humor. Then he looked at Wes. “I’m guessing you’re the man in her life,” his voice as smooth as honey and just as sweet. His eyes danced with mirth and his lips pursed into a pout. “Glad you finally showed up. At least you can touch her.” His pale green eyes took in the display before him not even a little flummoxed. It was as if he saw this kind of thing every day. And knowing Anton and his penchant for women—lots and lots of women, in his bed or otherwise—I could see why this didn’t bother him a bit.
Heather waved hysterically from a foot behind Anton. Wes made an uncomfortable noise from deep in his throat that sounded like part growl, part annoyed boyfriend. I chuckled and unwound my legs from his waist, and he let me down but didn’t allow me to go far, probably because he was sporting serious wood. And by serious, I meant a massive, long, hard, cock ready to go. I pouted, missing it against me as much as I think he did right then.
Wes’s eyes narrowed at Anton as he held out a hand and we stepped off the elevator on my floor. Anton shook the outstretched hand. “So Mia didn’t mention you were coming, but I imagine after that cabron attacked her last month, you needed to see your girl. Respect man. Mad respect.” He clapped him on the back.
“Excuse me? What guy? Attacked Mia?”
Anton’s face jolted back. The shit was about to hit the fan. I tried to give hand signals, throw up flares, wave down the plane, but nothing stopped him. He gripped Wes by the shoulder. “Ah, don’t worry. Her secret is safe with me. The no-touching thing though, shit man, she’s beautiful, and a man wants to put his hands on her even in a friendly way, you know. Well”—he grinned pointing to the elevator—“you know.” He winked. “That bastardo that did it uninvited, put her in the hospital; you must have been downright loco eh?”