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waistband of Wes’s pants. “I don’t want to take you against this fucking

door, and if we don’t find a bed soon, I’m going to.”

Wes dragged her hands down Evyn’s back, squeezing her ass, and

thrust her hand between their bodies. She flicked a button on her pants

and pushed the zipper down. “Don’t move. Right here. Do it. Just do

it.” Wes’s command sent rockets flaring in Evyn’s head, blinding

her to everything but Wes. She buried her face in the curve of Wes’s

neck and breathed her in. Her vision tunneled. Her head reeled with the

woodsy scent that seduced her to touch, to taste, to take. She panted,

couldn’t get her breath, couldn’t find her focus.

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Wes’s fingers wrapped around her wrist and pushed her hand into

the front of her open pants. Evyn’s mind went white. Wes was wet

against her fingertips, slick and hot and hard. She skated over Wes’s

clit, squeezed quickly, and Wes jerked upright with a strangled cry.

The sharp edge of Wes’s pleasure cleaved Evyn’s control and her clit

pumped to the brink of exploding. She pushed deeper, each stroke of

her fingertips wringing another sharp cry of pleasure from Wes. The

ties on her restraint unraveled and her orgasm boiled closer. “God, no,

I’m gonna come soon.”

Wes’s nails raked her skin. Evyn cupped Wes in her palm,

squeezing her, teasing her.

“Don’t hold back,” Wes groaned in her ear, her hold on Evyn’s

arm like iron.

Evyn thought she’d wear the marks of Wes’s fingertips for days.

The image drove her crazy. She loved Wes’s urgency, her need, thrilled

to the power of being wanted, being needed. She thrust deeper and

Wes’s other hand found her breast. Fingers closed around her nipple

and she threw her head back. “Oh, Christ. Wes. You feel so good. I can’t

hold it much longer.”

“I need…” Wes’s eyes opened, impossibly green, impossibly

beautiful. “I need you to make me come.”

Evyn’s clit twitched hard. She dropped her forehead to Wes’s.

“Hold me.”

Wes’s arms came around her waist, steadying her. Evyn pumped

inside her, rolled her palm over Wes’s clit. With every thrust, Wes’s

groans urged her on. Evyn rocked on Wes’s thigh, climbed closer to

exploding.

“Yes, yes. You’re going to make me come.” Wes rode Evyn’s

hand, short hard strokes. “Now, Evyn. You’re making me come.”

“Hold me. Wes. Please.” Evyn hovered so close—so close,

drowning in the sound of Wes’s pleasure, on fire with the sensation of

Wes pulsing around her, slick and hot. She needed to come. Needed it,

needed it so bad. “Wes, please. Help me.”

Wes bit her neck and Evyn came, the orgasm thundering out of

nowhere.

“Oh my God!” Stunned, Evyn collapsed into Wes, her hand

crushed between them, buried between Wes’s legs.

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“Yes. Yes. Yes,” Wes groaned, flooding Evyn’s fingers, coming on

them again.

Evyn’s breath shot out in sobs of wonder and relief. She never

wanted to move. She never wanted to break the connection. She just

wanted more. Her heart thundered in her chest. Her stomach rolled with

need. She kissed Wes’s throat, the line of her jaw, her mouth. “You’re

so beautiful. So amazing.”

Wes’s hands caressed her shoulders, her back, stroked her hair,

clasped her neck. “That’s okay,” Wes murmured. “That’s okay.”

Evyn raised her head. Dazed, unfocused. “What?”

Wes brushed her thumbs over Evyn’s cheek. “You’re so

beautiful…Thank you.”

“What?” Evyn felt the tears Wes wiped away. Her tears. What the

fuck was wrong with her? She looked at Wes. Wes’s shirt was open,

her pants around her hips. She was still mostly dressed. What was she

doing? She’d just fucked Wes against a goddamned door. She didn’t

remember how they’d gone from keeping their distance to this. She

could only remember want and need, desperate need. And now she was

crying? That just never fucking happened. Not to her. She never lost

control. Confusion, uncertainty, sheer panic choked her.

“Are you all right?” Wes asked, her hand cradling Evyn’s chin.

What next—would Wes be asking her if she needed to process?

“I’m fine. I’m not the one up against the door. You okay?”

The cloudy haze of pleasure cleared from Wes’s eyes in an instant.

Her focus sharpened, narrowed. Evyn felt naked with all her clothes on.

She couldn’t imagine being any more vulnerable.

“Evyn,” Wes said, steady and strong. “There were two of us here.

I wanted what happened to happen. Do you hear me?”

Evyn licked her lips, a little disoriented. She’d made the first move,

hadn’t she? She always did. What the hell happened? Where—when

had she lost it? “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No,” Wes said softly. “No. You were wonderful.” Her gaze

dropped down Evyn’s body. “I don’t think I held up my end, though.

I’ve still got some things to learn—”

“Believe me, you don’t need to learn anything.” Evyn shook her

head. And she was no teacher, that was for sure. “I don’t usually lose

it like that.”

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“Are you all right?”

Evyn backed up a step, tucked her shirt back into her pants. “Sure.