Page 38 of I Saw Her First

“Thank you,” I breathe, pushing up onto my toes to plant a kiss on his scratchy cheek. He deserves so much more for the gift he’s given me, and I realize as I draw away that I want to give it to him.

I want to give it all to him.

Wes’s smile is gone when I meet his gaze again, and my stomach drops.

Jesus Christ. What was I thinking,kissinghim? Sure, it was just a friendly peck on the cheek, but that was too far. He’s my ex-boyfriend’s father, for God’s sake. Talk about getting carried away.

I open my mouth to apologize, but something in his eyes stops me. Heat swirls in their dark depths, as black swallows thefamiliar blue of his irises. His chest rises and falls with his erratic breathing, and my heart almost collapses in on itself.

I might not have much experience with men, but I could read that look a mile away. I’m not the only one who feels this thing between us. He feels it too.

And in the millisecond it takes to realize that, he pulls away.

“You’re welcome,” he mutters, turning for the backpack and hoisting it onto his shoulder. “We should head back.” He takes the camera from me and shoves it into the bag, then wheels away from me without meeting my gaze.

I wrap my arms around myself, suddenly cold. He starts off through the meadow without waiting for me, and I scurry along behind, stealing a daisy as I leave to remember today. We walk back over the rocks in silence, keeping our distance, my chest tight with so many feelings I can’t even name. When we arrive at the house, Wes tells me he has errands to run, to help myself to the food, then he snatches his car keys off the hall table and disappears.

It’s not until he’s gone that I realize what was different about him today.

He wasn’t wearing his wedding ring.

16

Daisy

Iclose the door to the guest room, locking it behind me. I’m restless and hot, but it’s not from being out in the sun all day. It’s from the way Weston looked at me back in that meadow. The way his hands felt on my waist as he spun me around. The way his cheek felt, rough with stubble under my lips.

The fact that he removed his wedding band.

I feel alive and energized in a way I never have, my body pulsing with energy that has nowhere to go, and I know I shouldn’t, not when Jess lay in the room beside me only a few days ago, but… I can’t help it. I need to. I never felt this need with Jess, not once. But now it’s beyond my control.

I lay back on the bed, tugging my dress up and slipping a hand into my panties. I’d rather I had my trusty vibrator, but it’s lost in the back of my nightstand at home, untouched for months. It doesn’t matter. I’m already wet with need, remembering how dark Weston’s eyes were after I pressed my mouth to his cheek. The way his fingertips curled around my waist, digging into my flesh. He might not have realized that’s what he was doing, but I felt it. I felt the electric current passthrough his hands into my core, sparking life into all the parts of me that have lain dormant recently.

I think again of those hands; the first time I’ve seen them bare, without that ring, large, strong, firm on my waist. What if, instead of setting me down on my feet, he’d laid me down in that meadow? What if he’d pushed my dress up my trembling thighs and let his fingertips drift between them?

I shiver at the thought, stroking my own fingers through my wetness, wishing it was him instead. Wondering what his kiss would feel like on my mouth, I let the fantasy take over.

“Daisy,” he rasps above me, his head obscuring the sun so he’s lit from behind like a gift from God. Because that’s what he damn well is.

It’s only me and him, alone in that meadow, and I reach for him, drawing his mouth down. His lips brush mine, tenderly at first, and heat floods my core when his tongue flicks into my mouth. I moan under his touch as his hand strokes my already-damp panties.

“You want this, don’t you?” he murmurs against my lips, hand pushing my panties aside. When his fingertips come into contact with my aching flesh, I arch against his hand.

“Ineedthis, Weston. I’ve needed it since the moment I met you.”

He growls, rising to his knees to strip my panties down my legs, parting my thighs to look at me. His dark and dangerous eyes fix on that spot between my legs, and I whimper with need.

“Fuck,” I mutter to myself now, my soft curse echoing off the walls of the guest room. The thought of Wes between my thighs almost makes me come right now, but I want to draw this out, because I don’t only need him tolookat me, I need himinsideme.

Wes strips off his shorts and climbs over me. His thick cock pulses with heat as he drags it through my wetness, and I mimicthe motion with my fingertips. When he slowly enters me, I push two fingers inside myself, aching with the need to feel him.

“Fuck, Daisy,” he mutters as he sinks into me. “You feel just like I imagined you would.”

“Good?” I ask, wrapping my legs around him, inviting him deeper. Every thrust sends ecstasy rocketing through me, and I press my mouth to his neck, sucking on his hot skin.

“So fucking good, babygirl.”

Oh, God.

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