Page 54 of Savage in the Sheets
“When I thought you guys were fucking, I hightailed it out of there.”
By the look on her face, you’d think that Angela was trying to solve some complex math problem, and I can’t say I blame her. Even I don’t know how things got this jumbled.
“Angela came by my apartment to tell me to be careful and not to hurt you.”
I look over to Angela, eyes alight with fury. “You didn’t!”
“I’ve never seen you fall for a guy like you did for Weston. It had me scared. But as it turns out, I didn’t have anything to worry about because when I threatened his precious little testicles, he confessed that he had feelings for you.” Angela turns to Wes. “You didn’t just confess because you were under duress, did you?”
This can’t be real. Could Weston actually have feelings for me?
“Do you think I could have some time alone with Jenna?” Weston says to Angela.
Angela smiles brightly and gets up from her seat.
“You two have a lot to talk about.”
Weston
Trying to wrap my head around what’s going on is a feat of mental gymnastics my brain just isn’t equipped to handle, so when Angela leaves us alone, I decide to cut straight to the chase.
“Jenna, I love you.”
Her face softens. “Really?”
“You have no idea. I came here to win you over, hoping I could compete with whoever it was you were seeing.”
My heart swells as I see a look of relief wash over her face. I came here thinking I would have an uphill battle, and I’ll hopefully be leaving as one-half of the happiest couple on the planet.
“Wes, I love you too. I just—”
I place a finger on her lips to hush her. “Then let’s not ruin this with any more epically bad miscommunications.”
Her smile brightens the dim café, and I can’t help but feel a stab of pride that it was me that put it on her face.
“What do we do?” she asks, biting her lower lip.
“I hate sounding too opportunistic, but we could initiate Stage Three? I’d offer to go back to my place, but it’s been in dire straits since you called it off last week.”
She giggles so hard she snorts, her nose scrunching adorably. “Then let’s go back to mine!”
Jenna
Two steps through the doorway, and my dress is already on the floor, and Wes is tripping over his pants.
As my eyes rove his body, I say a silent, “Thanks,” to Elliot for his sound advice. If it weren’t for him, I’d probably be at home crying instead of having incredible sex.
His lips crash into mine, greedy and demanding. I’m dizzy with want, unable to keep my thoughts straight. He slips his shirt off, and my nails rake down his muscular shoulders as his tongue plunges into my mouth.Fuck me!Primal need is a bitch to control. Not even my Rosie programming is up for the challenge.
He breaks away, nibbling my lip as he pulls back. “To the bedroom,” he instructs. A command I’m more than happy to obey.
As soon as the door closes, his mouth is pressed to mine again, his tongue eager as it plunges past my lips. So hungry for me.
Lost in his kiss, I feel myself melt, wanting to become part of him.
“Shit!” He groans, pulling away.
“What?” I squeak out.
