Wes’s gaze locked on mine. His nostrils flared as I hovered over the sores. Keeping eye contact, I placed my lips right over one of the gnarly healing burns. If they were from what I thought, and I’d seen one of Blaine’s goons offer this type of punishment before, the radicals were putting out cigarettes in my dear Wes’s arm. Torturing his beautiful sun-kissed skin, leaving reminders of where he’d been. I wanted to wash away those memories with something beautiful.
So I did the only thing I could do. I kissed each and every mark, reclaiming it. “I own this body,” I whispered his words back to him, trailing up his arm to his chest. I placed my lips over his heart, kissed and licked the space the same way he did. He groaned low and deep but kept his eyes open. “I own this heart.” I licked my lips, got to my tiptoes, and wrapped my arms around his shoulder, being careful not to touch the damaged area on his neck. Putting my lips close to his, I said the final words, “We own this love.” Then I kissed him, long and deep with every ounce of love I had been holding inside for the past two months.
“You two going to neck all day, or are you going to eat the feast I’ve prepared?” Judi called from the other side of the kitchen, breaking through what was sure to be another round of hardcore fucking right where we stood.
Wes laughed against my lips. With one hand he held me at the waist, keeping our bodies smashed against one another, the other holding a chunk of ass cheek where he was copping a serious feel. The flicker of excitement started low in my groin.
I rubbed my nose against his. “We have eternity, baby. Let’s eat. You’re too thin,” I said, feeling the ridges of his ribs as I trailed a hand down his bare chest. He’d lost weight, but it didn’t affect the perfection of his muscle tone and washboard abs. The sexy as fuck indents at his hips were a bit more pronounced, almost as if they were an arrow pointing directly to the center of my fascination. I palmed his cock, which was half-hard already. “Later?” I posed the promise as a question.
He gripped my ass check and ground against my clit. Jesus, he could zero in on my hot spots without even trying. “Okay, sweetheart, but you’re mine. All day, all night.”
I snorted, pulled my hair up into a messy knot at the crown of my head, and secured it with the hair tie I had around my wrist. Tendrils fell around my face as his eyes seemed to travel up my bare legs, where I was giving him a generous amount of thigh to take in, and along my chest, where the fabric separated and pulled against the width and weight of my naked tits. He eye-fucked me up and down, which immediately resulted in me clenching my thighs together to relieve some of the pressure.
“Neanderthal,” I shot back and winked.
He stalked toward me, looped a hand around my waist, and crushed my chest to his. He leaned close to my ear and whispered, “Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea. I’ve survived on nothing but the thought of this body, your pink fucking lips wrapped around my dick, and the tight heat of your * locking down around me. I’m going to go straight fucking caveman on your ass.” His breath was harsh as it tickled the shell of my ear. His words served to entice and excite until he finished with, “I need it. I need you. Always.”
I melted around him. “We could skip breakfast?” I offered hopefully and loudly, my sex already quickening with excitement, eager for the intrusion.
“Oh, no, you don’t! I’ve made a feast for my Sonny’s homecoming. Get over here, you two!” Judi chastised with an exaggerated humph. Wes and I both couldn’t contain the laugher. Our exhausted states, mended hearts, and out-of-control need for physical connection to each other made us delirious.
“Okay, Judi, we’ll eat, we’ll eat,” Wes acquiesced.
I wanted to pout, and I did, until I sat at the breakfast bar and was presented with a steaming plate filled with bacon, eggs, and pancakes with a side of fruit. Glancing over at Wes’s plate, I saw the same. Something about it struck me with a heaping dose of joy. Suddenly I was famished. Hungry for the first time in what felt like years, but was actually mere weeks. Watching Wes moan around a bite of fresh pancakes catapulted my hunger to extreme proportions. Before long, I’d stuffed so much food into my gullet I’d need to be rolled out of the kitchen.
“Judi, you’ve outdone yourself,” Wes said, clearing his own plate. His eyes started blinking sleepily. He’d been through more in one month than most people would go through in their lifetime.
“How about a shower?” I suggested.
His eyes opened fully. The green swirled into the stunning fresh-cut-grass-green I knew signaled he was turned on.
He stood and grabbed my hand, helping me off the stool. “By all means. Lead the way.”
I chuckled and swayed my hips as I walked ahead back to the master bedroom. “You just want to look at my ass.”
“Damn straight.”
Chapter Three