softly.
He pulled her down once again, kissing her more gently this time. With his arms wrapped around her, he rolled them over so he was on top. Then he eased from between her legs.
“Let me get rid of this and I’ll be right back,” he murmured.
She watched as he got off the bed and slid the condom off. He walked to the trashcan and tossed it in before turning back around.
Her gaze ran appreciatively over his body. His cock, even at a state of semi-arousal was a beautiful thing to behold. She stretched, arching her body invitingly. His eyes gleamed and he moved to the bed again.
He knelt on the end and crawled back up, straddling her knees. He bent and pressed his lips to her belly. She shivered as his warm tongue swirled around her navel.
When he looked back up at her, the hungry look in his eyes had intensified.
“What do you say we start this all over again? This time I want to see every inch of you. I want to see you when I thrust into your pussy. I want to see you when you come.”
She opened her arms as he moved up her body. “Mmmm, I like the way you think.”
* * *
Wes woke with a warm, soft body curled up tight against him. One of Payton’s arms was thrown across his chest and her head was tucked underneath his chin.
He felt sated. Heavy with content. A killer kind of tired a man got from having knock-your-socks-off sex. Carefully, so as not to wake her up, he raised his right arm and looked at his watch.
Fuck. He had to get up now and get his ass on the road or he wasn’t going to make it home in time to change and get to work.
Regretfully, he eased away from Payton and sat on the edge of the bed in the dark as he looked around for his clothes and shoes. Finally he got up and turned the light on in the bathroom, leaving the door open an inch so he could see. He returned to the bed and began pulling on his jeans.
“Going so soon?” Payton asked around a lusty-sounding yawn.
He turned back to her and slid his hand over her curvy body. “I have to be at work in an hour.”
“Then you better get going,” she said.
He leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. “Any chance I’ll see you again?” He cursed himself the instant it came out of his mouth. He sounded…needy.
She leaned up on one elbow as he retreated off the bed. The low beam from the bathroom bathed her in just enough light that he could see her soft, tousled body. Her hair streamed over her shoulders, and she clutched the sheet over her breasts with her free hand.
“The wedding is early and I could be persuaded to skip the reception if you were interested in meeting me back here around nine.”
“I’ll be here,” he said as he finished pulling on his jeans.
* * *
He thought about her the whole day. His entire shift was operated on half a brain. Thank goodness it was like ninety percent of all the other days in small town Texas. Mostly boring. A few traffic stops and one domestic disturbance call that turned out to be a false alarm.
By the end of the day, he was a walking dick. He was hard-pressed to even remember the episode from twelve years ago, and he felt like a dumbass for all the angst it had caused him. He and Payton may have both been inexperienced virgins then, but she’d freaking rocked his world last night.
Quitting time came none too soon, but then he realized he’d have to face several more hours of twiddling his thumbs before he headed to Beaumont. He also needed to remember his own damn condoms this time. Thank goodness one of them had been prepared because he’d left his brain behind last night when he’d gone to her hotel.
As he was leaving the station, his cell phone rang. He looked down at the LCD and saw Jeremy’s name. Ah shit. Saturday night. They always got together over at Jeremy’s on the weekends.
Well, he could go over for a little while, pass the time until he headed for the hotel. He’d enlist Gracie’s help if he had to in order to avoid an interrogation about where he was
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