Melt With You: Fated, Book 4 (6 page)

 
     
“
Mmm
.”
He slipped a finger inside her, his tongue searching her folds. His whispered
hum
vibrated through her, ratcheting the
heat swirling within her to a feverish level. She settled her hands on his
head, threading her fingers through his soft hair, holding him tight against
her.

 
     
He didn’t protest. Nope, he seemed to
revel in driving her out of her mind.

 
     
Adding another finger along with the
first, he thrust deep inside, curling them and brushing against her G-spot. A
tingle started low in her belly and she lifted her hips, yelping when he drew
her clit between his lips and sucked.
Hard.

 
     
“Come,
Lanie
,”
he demanded after he released her clit from his mouth, his voice firm, his
tongue swirling around her swollen clit once, twice while he increased his pace
with his thick fingers. “I want to watch you fall apart.” She did. She
shattered on a keen wail, her entire body stiffening before she collapsed onto
the mattress, consumed with uncontrollable shivers. He continued to thrust his
fingers, sucking and licking her, driving her orgasm on until she couldn’t
stand it anymore and she tried to push him away.

 
     
“Too good,” she panted between breaths, “It
feels too good. Stop…please.” Lifting his head, he studied her, his lips
glistening with her juices, his eyes full of smoldering heat. “You
really
want me to stop?” His shoulders
were so broad he obliterated everything else and all she saw was him. Reaching
out, she touched his chest, marveling at the strength she felt there, the firm
muscles quivering beneath her fingertips as she stroked him. The faintest
tangle of dark hair grew in the center of his chest and she touched it. He
shivered.

 
     
She smiled. “What I
really
want
is
you inside me.” Without
another word he positioned her, wrapping his big hands around her legs,
adjusting her just so. The tip of his cock brushed against the very center of
her, and she watched with fascination as he wrapped his fingers around the base
and drew it up and down through her folds.

       
A
fresh gush of wetness flowed from her at the delicious sensation. He was one
giant tease of a man and oh, God, he did it so very well.

 
     
“What are you waiting for?” She sounded as
if she was in absolute agony and perhaps she was. The man was clearly a master
at driving a woman wild.

 
     
“Don’t you like it?” He seemed to speak
through gritted teeth.

 
     
She moaned when he touched her clit with
the tip of his cock. “I like it so much it’s making me insane.”

 
     
He pushed inside her slowly, inch by
excruciating inch until he completely filled her. He was large, thick and she
lay there unmoving, savoring the feeling of him buried inside her.

 
     
Closing her eyes, she breathed deeply,
fighting off the overwhelming emotion that suddenly threatened to wash over
her. It was just casual sex. A moment they’d grabbed because they couldn’t
fight the intense chemistry that constantly brewed between them.

 
     
Nothing more.
Nothing less.

 
     
So why did it feel like so much more? Why
did she feel so connected to this man when she didn’t even know him? It made no
sense. She was being foolish.

 
     
Totally, completely
foolish…

 
     
“You’re glowing.”

 
     
Lanie
glanced up
and found Aimee studying her with narrowed eyes. Cheeks warm,
Lanie
resumed her perusal of next month’s shift schedule
that had just been released. “It’s warm today don’t you think?”

 
     
“That’s not the reason you’re glowing, and
you know it.” Aimee paused, the air growing heavy between them. “Rumors are
spreading that you were with Wes last night.” Mouth dropping open,
Lanie
stared at her friend. She’d been at work for maybe
thirty minutes and already everyone knew her business? “You have got to be
kidding me.” Disbelief coursed through her. How could anyone have found out
unless Wes himself spread them
…

 
     
“Ha!” Aimee pointed a finger at her, a
knowing smile curling her lips.
“Gotcha.”
Lanie
frowned. “What do you mean?”

 
     
“I lied. There were no rumors. I had a
hunch you ended up going home with him and I was right.” The satisfied
expression on Aimee’s face was almost too much. “I can’t believe you. Didn’t we
just talk about him? Didn’t you say he wasn’t your type?

 
     
Remember that discussion we had? The one
where I encouraged you to leave him with his pants around his ankles? I didn’t
think you’d actually do him.”

 
     
Lanie
glanced
around and stepped closer to Aimee. “It’s like I couldn’t help myself, Aimee.
We have—major chemistry together.” That was the absolute understatement of the
year.

 
     
“I’m sure.” Aimee shook her head. “If he’s
as good in the sack as rumors say, then the chemistry between you two should be
off the charts.”
Lanie
ignored Aimee’s comment. It
was downright bitchy, bringing up other women Wes might’ve been involved with
and she tried to push past her jealousy. His past didn’t matter. She was living
in the here and now. “We also get along really well.” After the first amazing
time together, they’d laid in bed talking.
Laughing.
A
casual kiss turned into a long, wet exploration of each other’s mouths, which
turned into another extraordinary round of sex that had left them both gasping
and exhausted.

 
     
Until she woke up to him touching her
everywhere—and they went at it all over again. Her body still ached in
delicious places she didn’t even know existed, and she was a nurse. Oh, and she
was running on only a few
hours
sleep.

 
     
She’d never felt better.

 
     
“Isn’t that sweet?” The mocking tone in
Aimee’s voice told
Lanie
her friend didn’t take her
encounter with Wes seriously. Not that
Lanie
could
blame her. He had a reputation that preceded him. She had known this going in.
And it really hadn’t mattered, had only seemed to intrigue her more, as sick as
that thought was.

 
     
But she didn’t like her friend thinking he
was some sort of man whore. She sincerely liked the guy and had a feeling he
felt the same about her.

 
     
She hoped.

       
Aimee’s
words remained in
Lanie’s
head the rest of her long
and unusually quiet shift. Maybe Wes was this attentive with all of the women
he dated. Perhaps he made them fall head over heels in an instant. She could be
just one in a string of women who were stupid enough to believe everything he
said, everything he did was all about true love.

 
     
How she hated self-doubt. It ate at her
until she felt as if the night she’d shared with Wes amounted to a whole bunch
of nothing.

 
     
When she saw him in the distance as she
walked through the parking lot after work, leaning against her car like he hadn’t
a care in the world, she stiffened her spine, preparing for the worst. The grim
expression on his face sent worry radiating through her and she approached her
car and him slowly, dreading what bomb he might drop.

 
     
Why did she automatically think he was the
bearer of bad news? She needed to get over herself.

 
     
She also refused to get excited by the way
his face lit up when he saw her approach. Or how easily she walked into his
arms, how good it felt to be within his strong, secure embrace. Absolutely
refused to acknowledge how her toes curled in her shoes and how she wanted to
melt into him when he kissed her…

 
     
“Tough day?”
He
settled his hand on the back of her neck and gave it a gentle squeeze. “You’re
tense.”

 
     
She shrugged, not wanting to admit he was
the reason for her tension. “It was a long day.”

 
     
“Mine too. Plus, I didn’t get much sleep
last night.”

 
     
“Me either.” She smiled, pressing her face
into his chest as he gave her another rub across her neck. “I’m surprised you’re
out here.”

 
     
“Why wouldn’t I be?”

 
     
“I don’t know.” She shrugged, feeling
stupid she even brought it up.

 
     
“You didn’t think I was just using you,
did you?” He withdrew her from his embrace, holding her at arm’s length while
he inspected her as if she’d grown two heads.

 
     
“
Lanie
, what we
shared last night was the single most spectacular sexual experience of my life.”

 
     
She gaped at him, her mouth going dry at
the sincerity in his gaze and she struggled to find words.

 
     
“I’m out here waiting for you because I
want to see you again,” he continued when she didn’t say anything. “And I was
hoping you’d feel the same way.”

 
     
“If you want to see me just for sex, that’s
okay,” she blurted.

 
     
He frowned. “It’s more than sex, what’s
happening between us, and you know it.”

 
     
“I suppose.” She tried to withdraw from
him, but he tightened his grip and drew her back into him.

 
     
“There’s nothing to suppose. From the
first moment I saw you, I knew.” He murmured the words against her hair.

 
     
Her chest tightened. “You knew what?”

 
     
“That we were going to be together.” He
stroked his fingers through her hair. “It was instant, my attraction to you. It
was like my world stopped when I first laid eyes on you.”

       
“I
think you were just happy I showed up before that woman gave birth so you didn’t
have to deal with it alone.”

 
     
He chuckled. “Well, I won’t deny that but
no, that’s not the reason I fell so hard for you so fast.”

 
     
They remained quiet for a moment until
finally
Lanie
withdrew so she could meet his gaze.
God, what was he saying? He was so confusing. “I should go home.” Or maybe she
was the one who was confused.

 
     
Leaning down, he pressed his forehead to
hers. “Can I go with you?” She
smiled,
her heart
suddenly light. “Do you want to go with me?” His smile matched hers. “Baby, I’d
follow you wherever you go. I know this is quick but… I only want to be with
you.”

 
     
“Then go find your car and follow me.”

Six
Months Later…

 
     
“They look so happy together.”

 
     
“They are.” Wes offered
Lanie
a quick smile then returned his focus to the couple
dancing alone in the center of the floor. Evan’s arms were wrapped tightly
around Morgan’s waist as they slowly swayed to the music, their gazes locked,
both
wearing smug little smiles.

 
     
The smiles of a couple who were just
joined together in happily wedded bliss.

 
     
“Her gown is beautiful,”
Lanie
said on a sigh for about the tenth time.

 
     
Not that Wes could blame her for
continually saying it. Morgan’s dress was definitely beautiful. The entire
wedding was a gorgeous affair, one Wes soon wouldn’t forget especially because
he had participated as best man.