Page 58 of Golden

I shake my head. “I’m okay with whatever you want.”

Wes’ eyebrows shoot up as he grins. “Yeah?”

Fuck. I shoot him a halfhearted glare and he chuckles, tapping away on his phone. The downside of Franklin West is it takes forever for take-out to get delivered. No big-name companies will trek all the way out here, so the college has deals with places in the nearest towns.

“Done,” Wes says, leaning forward and placing his phone on his desk.

Even though I’m glad of not having to make another decision, I arch an eyebrow. “What if I have allergies?”

“Do you?”

My mouth twitches. “No.”

“Well, then.”

Wes fixes me with a stare that has any calm I was feeling evaporating instantly. My instincts have me torn between inching further away from him and leaning closer, and when he takes off his glasses and carefully places them on the desk, I swear he must be able to hear the thundering of my heart.

I try to subtly wipe my palms on my thighs, but when he turns back to me, his eyes are fixed on mine. My breath halts in my chest as he moves close enough that I can feel the heat radiating from him, and as he reaches out and cups my jaw, pulling me closer, I sigh against his lips.

It’s a slow, lazy kiss, his hand never straying from my jaw. I place one of mine on his shoulder, the other staying on my lap, but after a minute my fingers start to wander. He’s just so fucking broad. His muscles make sense now I’ve seen him power his way down the pool and I’m a little obsessed with his wide shoulders and slim waist.

Wes tightens his grip on my face as my hand smooths down over his shoulder, sweeping down his bicep and over his chest. That’s what I want tonight. I want the opportunity to explore him. To lick and kiss his body and find out what he likes.

Stroking my hand down over his pec and down his torso, my fingers creep up under the hem of his tight, white t-shirt. My heart skips as Wes’ kisses deepen, his sure tongue dominating in a way that leaves my head spinning. I let my fingers travel up under the material, tripping over the ridges of his abs until my thumb flicks over his hardened nipple. He grunts against my mouth, his shoulder jerking, and I move my fingers away. Noted. Not a nipple fan.

I’m considering my next avenue of exploration when Wes breaks the kiss and reaches up, gripping the back of his shirt and tearing it off. I’m still admiring the unobstructed skin when he reaches for me, raising an eyebrow in question before tugging at my shirt. I lift my arms, letting him pull it off and toss it to the floor where it lands on top of his.

Wes is so fucking intense, it’s hard to sit still as he eye fucks me, his thick cock tenting his sweatpants. But then, his large hand reaches out and presses to the center of my chest, pushing me backwards, and I don’t resist. Letting him push me down onto his bed, his broad frame all but blankets mine, and I hiss as his cock rubs against where mine is trapped in my jeans. I should have worn fucking sweats.

He rolls his hips a little as he presses his mouth to mine, but he doesn’t deepen the kiss, instead he kisses and licks down my jaw and neck, teeth grazing, and my fingers dig into his arms and shoulders as I squirm beneath him. When his mouth closes over my nipple, I buck my hips, and I don’t have to see his face to feel the smirk against my skin.

Flicking his tongue against the hardened nub, I press my head back into the pillow, my hands flying to his shoulders. But Wes grips my arms and pins them to the bed at my sides, weighing me down as he torments me, one nipple at a time, until I’m all but whimpering beneath him.

“Stop,” I plead “Wes?”

He lifts his head, keeping his eyes on mine as he darts his tongue out to swipe over the sensitive spot again. “Really?”

“I’m more than happy for you to pay another part of me that much attention,” I offer, half-heartedly pushing against his grip around my wrists.

He chuckles, dipping his head to trail kisses down my stomach, grazing his teeth against my sides and dipping his tongue between the grooves of my stomach. I’m rock hard, and every time his weight shifts on top of me, my fingers clench, nails digging into my palms.

“You’re killing me,” I moan, desperate for attention a little lower south of where he seems to have set up camp.

“I like to play with my food,” he says, finally releasing my wrists and sitting up, his thighs straddling mine. “And I already told you, you’re dessert.”

I try to glare at him but fail miserably as he unfastens my jeans and moves off me so he can pull them down. I bend my knees to help him, and as he chucks them on the floor, swiftly pulling off my socks and dropping them too, I suck in a breath as I realize I’m completely naked.

With a lifetime of playing sports, I’m naked around guys on an almost daily basis, and I’m not the slightest bit shy. But lying on Wes’ bed as he looks over me like I’m a box of donuts and he can’t decide which one to try first is a whole different experience.

Wes exhales with a small shake of his head. “You are so fucking gorgeous.”

My skin heats at his words and I reach for him, my fingers hooking in the waistband of his sweats. “Come on. Join the party.”

He grins and shoves his sweats down, revealing that he’s not wearing any underwear, and I laugh.

“Damn. I was seriously overdressed.” My laugh dries in my throat, however, as his heavy cock bobs free and I drink in the sight of his thick, muscular thighs.

Wes climbs back onto the bed, lying down beside me and trailing a hand down my chest. “It’s fine. I like undressing you.”

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