Page 36 of The Summer for Us (Golden Falls #1)

WESLEY

From the moment I met Juliette, I knew she was mouthy and didn’t back down.

It was sexy as hell.

I was surprised I hadn’t pushed breakfast off the table earlier to take her right then and there.

It was a miracle I had lasted this long, especially with her walking around in my shirt, achingly beautiful with long legs on full display.

And I knew she wasn’t wearing panties since I still had her pair from last night. And no bra, either.

It was my own personal torture—or heaven.

I dipped my head, my forehead against hers and lips inches away as I whispered, “Do you want my tongue, fingers, or cock, sweetheart?”

The whimper that escaped her was music to my ears. She swallowed, rolling her pretty lips before speaking. “Fingers first then cock.” Her voice was breathy, heat creeping up her neck to her cheeks.

Fuck. No way in hell was I going to argue with that.

I wrapped my arm around her waist, moving us a step to the side and lifting her up so she was sitting on the counter. I stepped between her legs, both of our breathing speeding up as she wrapped her legs around my hips, bringing me even closer.

“You tell me if you don’t like something, alright?”

“I will.” She nodded, lifting her lips up to nearly meet mine but holding back, teasing. “But you have to do something first.”

A low growl escaped the back of my throat. That damn mouth. I brushed my lips against hers but didn’t kiss her yet.

She whimpered, and I could see on her face she was seconds away from begging. I was seconds away from caving.

“Wesley,” she moaned, her legs around my hips tightening. “I’m so wet for you.”

My patience snapped, and I pressed my mouth hungrily against hers, sucking and nipping at her plump bottom lip.

With a hand, I pinned her wrists above her head against the cabinets.

The back of my other hand moved slowly along her jaw, down her neck, and over the tops of her breasts.

I rubbed her nipple with my thumb, pinching it over the fabric.

“Are you always wet for me?”

She nodded, biting down on her lip.

“You want to come, baby?” I asked.

“Please,” she moaned.

“Anything for you.”

I let go of her wrists but instructed her to keep her hands up, and she willingly listened. Juliette normally didn’t like to do things my way—but when we were intimate, it was another story. I began to peel off her shirt, pulling it over her head and tossing it down on the floor.

I nearly came right then and there. My cock, pressing against my sweatpants, was hard and aching for release. Aching for her.

Juliette Campbell was a fucking knockout. Long legs, curvy hips, full breasts. I shook my head in utter amazement as I took her in. “Oh, baby, I’m going to take my time with you.”

She let out a breathy laugh, her smile widening at my words.

With one hand tightly gripping her hip, the other moved between her legs.

I dipped my head to where her shoulder met her neck and kissed slowly while rubbing her clit.

Juliette arched her back, finally lowering her hands to grip my shoulders.

I loved the feeling of her nails digging into my skin and couldn’t fucking wait to feel her drag them down my back.

I slipped two fingers inside her, and her head immediately fell back with a moan, eyes fluttering closed.

“Oh, fuck.”

My fingers moved in a steady rhythm. I wanted to know what she liked, what she needed. I wanted to, eventually, make her come instantly. I wanted to know her body like the back of my hand.

She tightened around my fingers.

“Are you going to come for me, baby?”

Juliette moved one of her hands to her breast, tugging and toying with her nipple as she whimpered, “So close.”

I dipped my head to her other breast, sucking a nipple between my teeth, which got a cry out of her.

“Wes!”

I sucked harder and my fingers moved faster as her body responded to me.

It didn’t take her much longer after that to finish, her body rocking against my hand and cries of pleasure leaving her lips as her orgasm racked through her.

I pulled my fingers out, sucking them clean with a groan. Fucking delicious. “I could taste you every damn morning and never get tired of it.”

Not giving her a chance to calm down from her high, I picked her up, throwing her over my shoulder and giving her ass a firm smack.

“I told you I wanted to fuck that pretty pussy in my bed. And, baby, I’m a man of my word.”