Page 67 of Entwined Hearts
He dug in my clutch, taking my keys and opening my door for me. He looked massive when he slid into the driver’s seat, and something about that was so fucking hot.
He looked around the center console, frowning. “Where the fuck is the gearshift?”
“It’s on the steering wheel.” I laughed while pointing it out to him.
“Why? It’s an SUV, not a truck.” He shook his head. “This shit is too high tech for me,” he said and threw the car in reverse, before peeling out of the parking lot so fast I thought I smelled rubber burning.
I was dizzy with need by the time we pulled into my driveway. I jumped out of the car, rounding the hood and meeting him halfway. “You’re supposed to wait for me to open your door.”
“Don’t care,” I muttered against his lips. “I don’t care about anything right now. Just you.” I ripped his jacket off, throwing it onto my car. His shirt was next, buttons pinging against the metal as I tore it open. I lowered my mouth to his chest, savoring the warmth of him against my tongue.
“Goddamn, Sav,” he chuckled breathily, watching as I trailed my hands down his abs to his belt. “You want it bad, don't you?”
“Yes.” I was practically vibrating with it. “Need it. Need you.”
He spun me around, lifting me onto the hood of the car. The heat from the engine only added to the burning desire I felt for him. Wes hiked my legs up, my dress sliding back. He licked his lips, ravenous. “Your panties are soaked through, angel.”
“Not surprising, considering my man is hot as fuck,” I panted, spreading my legs wider.
His hands stilled on my thighs. His eyes were so dark they looked black. “Your man?”
“Yes, Weston,” I rasped against his lips with a smug smile, while palming his rock-hard dick through his pants. “You’re my man.”
His eyes rolled shut. “Fuck yeah, I am.”
“The love of my life,” I whispered against his neck, trailing kisses. His groan vibrated against my tongue, making me shiver.
I pulled his cock out, stroking hard and slow the way he liked. “Savannah,” he ground out. “You’re gonna make me come if you don’t stop.” I’d never get over how reactive he was to me. It was the best kind of rush, knowing I could unravel him in seconds.
“Maybe that’s what I want.”
Wes brushed my hand away and pulled my panties to the side. A shaky breath left him as his cock ran along my entrance, making me shudder. “I think you want this more,” he whispered lowly.
“Yeah.”
He tsked, shaking his head while teasing my clit. “Where are your manners, angel? When you want something, you say please.”
The teasing yet authoritative tone of his voice sent another wave of heat pooling between my legs. I whimpered. “Please.”
“That’s more like it.” My jaw dropped as he thrust into me slowly, making sure I felt every glorious inch.
I was panting as he rocked into me torturously slow, hitting the end of me every time. “You’re so deep like this.” I clung onto him, my nails raking over his shoulders and down his back. “So good, baby.”
I felt euphoric, invincible. Nothing could touch me when I was in Wes’s arms. He was my safety, my comfort, my everything. I reached between us, rubbing tight, quick circles on my clit. My toes curled, my skin tingled like the TV static Louise mentioned. My eyes rolled shut, my head falling back while moaning his name to the night sky.
He leaned forward, bracing a hand on the hood of the car as he drove into me with mind-meltingly hot grunts, his other hand tight on my thigh. “I love you, Sav,” he whispered, his grip tightening. “Fuck, I love you so much.”
His thrusts grew more brutal, harder and faster, until the car rocked violently under the force of him. I brought his face to mine, wanting to see his gorgeous eyes. “I love you,” I whimpered and crashed my lips against his.
It was sensory overload: the heat from the air, the feeling of him deep inside, the sound of his moans, the pounding of my heart, the knowledge that nothing was in our way. It was everything all at once.
My back met the hood of the car, unable to hold myself up anymore. “Weston,” I cried out. “Fuck, right there, baby.”
“Oh God, Sav,” he groaned, his head hung back. That was all I needed, and I shattered against him, my legs snapping shut as he spilled into me.
I was floating on a cloud of bliss. Lost to the world as Wes leaned over me, kissing along my chest and up my neck. “Always so good,” he murmured between heavy breaths. “Every time with you is always so fucking good.”
I wrapped him in my arms, running my fingers through his blonde waves. “And we get to do that until we die.”
