Whispering Wishes (22 page)

We just stare
at each other until the oven beeps, indicating the bread is finished cooking. Wes beats me to it, and takes potholders out of a drawer to remove it from the racks. He places the pan on top of the stove and turns back to me, “What if…”

I look at him inquisitively.
While I’m standing there, plate of spaghetti in hands, Wes walks up to me, cups my chin and the side of my face, taking me completely off guard. He stares at me, and then slowly lowers his lips to mine. For a moment, all I can think is, “oh my God, Wes is kissing me”. When his tongue gently touches my lips begging for entrance, all thought is gone and I just concentrate on his mouth, moving against mine. Each demand he makes of my mouth, I meet without hesitation.

The plate of spaghetti I’m holding to the side is forgotten.
I let go of it in my need to wrap my arms around his neck and it crashes to the floor. Our bodies press against each other from chest to hip, and all I can feel, all I can taste, all I can smell is Wes. I want him with every part of me. Desire consumes my body like a hunger that will never be satisfied. It rolls over me making like a gentle fog and gathers between my legs.

Wes walks me backwards until my back meets the wall.
He presses against me, and continues to ravage me with his mouth. His kisses possess passion, his hands constantly moving from my face, down to my shoulders and then over my breasts, and back again. Before I realize it’s happening, we’re moving again, and I feel a picture or hanging item against my back that goes crashing to the ground as he leans in harder. We pay no attention at all. Our entire world is what is happening between us.

I put my hands at the hem of his shirt and pull it over his head, dropping it to the ground.
As soon as it leaves my fingers, his lips are on mine again. I push his chest gently, silently asking him to back away. I’ve been dying to see what’s under that shirt for days, and I’m damn sure going to take it all in. He backs away at my push, making a sound of protest, and somehow gives me a wonderful view of his glorious upper body while continuing to place kisses on me. What a win-win. Sculpted statues in stone can’t begin to compare to the beauty under my fingertips. He’s all muscle and so toned. And I was wrong, he doesn’t have a six-pack, it’s a freaking eight-pack. I could pass out at the sight and feel.

“Why are you smiling like that?” he asks me between kisses with a lazy
, confident smile.

“Because, you are just as gorgeous as I knew you’d be.
You don’t even want to know how many times I imagined what was under that shirt of yours.”

His sexy grin nearly brings me to my knees with longing.
I can’t wait any longer, I reach out and start my exploration of his soft skin. I trace the tattoos on his arm with my fingertips. I marvel at the intricate tribal design and the other hidden works of art that were hidden under his shirt. A heart, a bird, a cross with what I assume are his parent’s names. I trace them all, wanting to become familiar with each one. His breath catches in his throat and he emits a groan at my touch. I run my hands from his shoulders down his chest and abs, and swirl my fingers through the hair at his navel. I lean forward and place a soft kiss in the center, but he pulls me away, lifts my chin, and crashes his mouth into mine again.

He walks me backwards down the hallway until we’re at the front door.
He presses me against it, and grinds his erection into me, causing me to lift my legs and wrap them around his waist. I press myself against him, silently begging for more.

He twirls me around to head up the stairs, and my foot goes smacking against something on the table knocking it over and to the floor.
This place is going to be trashed by the time we’re done.

Taking each step slowly, kissing me all the while, he stops half way up and lays me down on the stairs, his body on top of mine.
He kisses down the front of me, sending electric sparks through my body, then stops and looks up at me with a grin. Before I can wonder what he has in mind, I feel my shirt inching up my body. Like a boy on Christmas morning, he’s taking pleasure in unwrapping me like a gift.

When he takes my shirt off, his face reveals a wicked pleasure that makes me glad to be wearing the oh so pretty and feminine pink lace demi cut bra.
It pushes my breasts up and makes them look amazing. I know he’ll love the matching lace thong. He looks as though he’s ravenous and about to feast on my body, and it makes me giggle. He gives me a smirk, and my giggle immediately disappears when he kisses me between my breasts and drags his lips and tongue along the line of my bra. He licks underneath the lace teasing me, up and across one breast and then gives the other the same attention. My nipples stand and applaud.

A moan escapes between my lips and he lifts his head from me, gathers me in his arms again and races up the stairs.
He brings me straight to his room, and places me gently, yet decidedly on his bed. Aware that I’m still in my jeans and bra and he’s still in his jeans, I know this must change quickly.

He looks at me for a minute, then says, “You have no idea how much I have wanted to get you right here.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah.
It almost feels like I’m dreaming.”

“I’ll pinch you if you want me to.”

He smiles and puts a knee on the bed, but changes his mind and pulls me to a standing position instead. He turns to tug on his bedside table and pulls out a condom. “You don’t need that.” He looks at me in confusion and I explain, “I’m on the pill.”

With a smile
, he throws the condom over his shoulder, making me laugh. He kisses me again and slides one bra strap off my shoulder as he kisses down my neck, and then my naked shoulder. I tilt my head to the side, granting him better access. He reaches behind me and unlatches my bra, then steps away from me just a little so he can look at me as he slowly pulls it off my shoulders and down my arms. The look of lust in his eyes chases my nerves away and heightens my excitement for his touch. I feel like the prettiest girl in the world right now, and if I could bottle the look in his eyes and the way he makes me feel, I would be rich in spades.

“You are gorgeous,” he murmurs and then I gasp as he leans down and takes one of my nipples into his mouth and sucks hard.
He twirls his tongue around, and around, causing me to drop my head back and moan. He moves to the next breast and swirls his tongue around that nipple, too. I’m breathing hard and have my hands clenched around his head.

I want him.
And he wants me. That knowledge gives me a feeling of confidence. I push him back and begin unbuckling his jeans. I slowly unzip them and slide them down his legs. He steps out of them, and then he does the same to me, removing my jeans, too. I’m standing there in only a thong and his eyes take me in from head to toe.

“I want you, Aspen.
So much.”

I smile at him, and look down, taking in the physical sight of his want and need.
Taking a deep breath, I slip my fingers into the waistband of his gray briefs. I look at him for a moment and he cocks an eyebrow at me as if he’s daring me to do it.

Challenge accepted.
I pull his briefs down exposing his cock and say a silent thanks that he has more than enough to handle. I lick my lips and can think of nothing other than wanting to taste him. I drop to my knees and without warning, take him into my mouth. He gasps, responding to my actions, and moans loudly. I take as much as I can into my mouth, and then suck my way back to the top. Swirling my tongue at the tip, I go back down again, and repeat my actions over and over. His hands are fisted in my hair and his hips thrust gently each time I take all of him. His moans increase and the sound turns me on and makes me burn with need.

I’m surprised when he pulls slightly back and tugs on my hair, urging me to stand, “Enough.
I want to touch you now.”

We maintain eye contact as he leans down, and pulls my thong down over my hips and legs.
He moans when he takes in my nakedness. “Damn. You are so much more than I ever imagined, and I don’t just mean your body, but inside, too. You… you are… a total package…God, you’re everything.”

My heart feels like it explodes in my chest.
I feel happy and full, but also connected. My heart has met its match, and even though it seems way too fast to feel this way already, my soul knows he’s the one.

He lifts me up and places me on the bed.
He lies on my body and the feeling of our skin touching head to toe makes me gasp. “God, Wes, I want you.”

“I want you too.
I’ve thought long and hard about what I’m going to do to you tonight.” He kisses me again on my mouth, then down my throat and once again at my breasts. He doesn’t linger there long before he kisses down my stomach, and swirls his tongue around my navel. It makes me giggle a little and he shoots me a smile that turns focused as he spreads my legs. “I want to taste you.”

I don’t even know what to say, not sure how to express my want and need.
He makes himself comfortable between my legs, then drapes my legs over his shoulders. The first stroke of his tongue at my core almost takes me immediately over the edge. “I love how you taste.” Oh…my…God…I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want him. No one, ever. When he enters me with a couple of his fingers and sucks on my clit at the same time, I whimper my need. He starts a rhythm between sucking and licking, and before long the friction, feel, and sight of him between my legs, makes me tumble over the edge. I’m falling and it’s the best kind of fall in the world. He lifts his head, kisses the inside of my thigh, and rises over me before swiftly entering me with a hard thrust.

Still coming off my orgasm, the feeling of the two of us joining as one makes me curse under my breath.
“Aspen,” he murmurs at the feeling. The sound of my name on his lips makes me lift my hips to meet him for every thrust.

“You feel so good.
So good,” he murmurs and all other kinds of words drift from his mouth, sounds of which I can’t even put together right now. The tempo picks up and I feel myself start approaching the edge again. “Can you come for me again, baby?” The sound of “baby” from
his
lips turns me on, and a few more strokes, and I’m falling over the edge again - Wes soon follows.

He collapses on my body and we spend a few moments trying to catch our breath.
He finally picks up his head and looks at me, brushing the hair from my cheeks and my forehead while smiling at me. He almost looks nervous. Before he can say or ask me anything, I reach up and run my hands through his strip of hair, too, and smile at him. Relief reflects in his eyes and he kisses me softly on the mouth.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting that to happen,” he smirks at me.

“I don’t even know what to say to that. Until Mischa told me she thought you may be interested, I thought my feelings for you were not reciprocated.”

He laughs like just the mere thought is funny
. “How could you not know? I figured my blatant jealousy was a sure fire clue. Or the fact that I just showed up at your house one day uninvited, or took every chance I could to talk to you when you came into the bar, and let’s not forget, the fact that I asked you to move into my house.”

“Well, I just figured you were looking at it like a big brother, being protective of his sister kind of thing.”

“Not at all. Believe me, baby, when I look at you – it is definitely not as a little sister.”

“Baby” again.
Lord help me, but I like it when he says it. I run my hands over the top of his head. “I was really pissed at you when you let that bitch touch your mohawk.”

“I was hoping you were.
In fact, I was hoping the whole thing made you as jealous as I was seeing you with that stupid screamer. I wanted to rip his head off. My God, I thought my heart stopped when I knew you were bringing him home. I left work right after you. I wanted to get here and stop any activity between you, and I almost knocked on your door or called your name. I even thought about making up some emergency just to get it to stop, but I knew I had no right.”

I laugh slightly.
“He couldn’t hold a candle to you. I’d have dropped him in a hot second.” And I laugh a little at my pun. “Wes, I fell for you –or at least your sexy ass - almost the moment I saw you. I was struck dumb by your sexiness and how kind and attentive you were – and that wonderful smile. “