“Better?” he asked. His blue eyes were electric, sparking with desire and yet shadowed with worry.
She gave a jerky little nod. “Better.”
His body rocked back and then forward and the sensation stung a little but it was more comfortable now than painful. Wes slid a hand between their bodies and circled her clit with a fingertip. The added sensation kicked her body into a hungry need for more. A flood of wet heat eased his entrance into her body and he must have sensed it and he began to fuck her, slow, deep penetrations that made them both share moans each time he drove into the hilt.
“God,” he groaned. “You feel like heaven.”
Callie felt a blush heat her cheeks. “You feel good, too.” She wasn’t at all sure what a girl was supposed to say to a man making love to her, but she wanted him to know how good he felt. The weight of his body, the way her knees clutched his hips, the way he was in complete control. Every move he made ratcheted her pleasure higher and higher. She attempted to raise her hips a few times.
“I’ve dreamed about this, Callie,” he confessed in a dark whisper, his face inches above hers. “Taking you to bed and fucking you in a thousand ways. I had no idea how good it would feel, how good you feel, wrapped so tight around me. God, it’s incredible.”
She squeezed her inner muscles in sheer reactive instinct to his word, and he cursed, but his face was taut with pleasure not anger.
“Do that again, when I’m all the way inside,” he coached and rammed back into her. Their hips pressed pelvis to pelvis until no inch separated them, they were as close as two people could get. A strange emotion filled her chest and spread outward as she stared up at Wes. It was partly heat, but something softer, deeper, more lasting and more frightening because it would not easily fade. Being with him, not just physically, but here in Paris, touring, laughing, living…it was starting to hold a meaning for her, a purpose. Something she’d never thought she’d have outside the ranch in Colorado.
Wes had made that possible.
“What are you thinking about?” He withdrew from her and slid back in. The roll of his hips was leisurely as he nuzzled her cheek and then stole an openmouthed kiss before allowing her to answer.
“You, only you,” she whispered as pleasure started to creep into her. A climax was close, like a shadow behind a thin curtain. She had but to pass through the filmy barrier. Just a little harder, a little rougher. “Don’t be so gentle,” she said, giving a little feminine growl.
Wes lost control. Her answer spurred him into a frenzy. He pinned her wrists to the bed, even though she was already chained. His hips pummeled against hers and she could only accept the pace and his power as he drove into her again and again. When the orgasm hit her, he came only a second later, both of them fighting for breath. The world around her shattered like a dying star, exploding with light and warmth. She almost swore her body floated back down to the bed from a place in the clouds. Above her Wes dropped heavily against her, barely able to hold himself up. His usually cool, seductive hardness was gone. In its place was a look of wonder and fascination tinged with wariness.
“Was I too rough? You never used your safe word.” He seemed to be desperately trying to collect himself and regain control.
Callie couldn’t speak, not right away, and this seemed to worry him because he hastily got out of bed and unchained her wrists, removing the cuffs. Then he cupped her face and forced her eyes to his.
“Are you all right, darling? Please say something.”
She covered his wrists with her hands and smiled dreamily up at him. She felt…wonderful.
“I’m good. Better than good. Wonderful.” She felt suddenly shy despite everything they’d done and she dropped her hands from his wrists and tried to pull away.
“Stay right there,” he ordered and went to his closet where he fetched a shirt and a pair of boxers from his dresser. “Put these on.” He assisted her, even though she tried to swat his hands away. Before she was done, he’d pulled back the sheets of his bed and settled her there.
“Wes, I’m fine—” He silenced her with a shake of his head.
“Rest. I put you through a lot. I’ll go check on dinner and get you something to drink.” He threw on a pair of jeans before she could stop him.
She stared at the empty doorway in shock. The last thing she wanted was to be left alone after…She glanced at the rumpled bed and shivered. She could sit here and mope or go after him.
With caution, she climbed out of the bed, wincing with each step as she entered the bathroom. She pulled Wes’s boxers down and tended to the sore spot between her legs. She’d taken quite a pounding for her first time. A little bit of blood coated her thighs and she washed it off with her hands, trembling. After she pulled the boxers back up, she was disposing of the bloody towels when she realized she was being watched.
Wes stood at the entrance of the bathroom, a glass of water in hand. A scowl darkening his features more than his usual demeanor did.
“That’s more blood than I thought…” He stared at the bloodied cloth, and then his eyes shot to hers. He set the water down on the counter next to her. “Maybe we should take you to a doctor.”
Callie frowned right back at him and crossed her arms over her chest. “Don’t be stupid, Wes. I’m fine. I figured there would be blood. It’s not like I haven’t bled down there before.” Her sarcasm wasn’t lost on him, but her flippant response didn’t seem to amuse him, either.
“I’m serious, Callie. I might have hurt you. Damn, this was a bad idea. You aren’t ready—”
Smack!
Her hand exploded with pain as she whacked him open palmed across the cheek. She barely bridled her anger and hurt at his insinuation that she wasn’t ready.
He touched his reddening cheek in shock, dark red-brown brows lifting.
“I. Am. Fine,” she snapped. “Stop trying to baby me and quit hurting me by suggesting I’m not ready. It’s too late for that. We slept together. You can’t give me my virginity back just because you’re bored already. Don’t try to hide that from me. I’m fully aware it took you only a few days to seduce me and get me into bed. Shame on me for making it easy for you to win that stupid bet.”
Tears stung her eyes and carved cold paths down her cheeks. This wasn’t how she’d pictured her first time. She hadn’t been foolish enough to expect romance, candles, or declarations of love, but she wasn’t expecting this, either. Not after Fenn had broken her heart and she’d vowed never to love again. The warmth in her chest hardened into stone and was on the verge of fracturing. She couldn’t do this. Not again, not so soon after Fenn. Stifling a sob, she tried to run past Wes but he captured her by the waist and dragged her into his arms, fiercely holding her so she couldn’t move. Her breath hitched and the anger churning inside her deflated, and all that was left was humiliation. She was bruised and battered on the inside.
Damn Wes and his beautiful life. I don’t need it or him.
She struck out at his chest and he let her do it, but the blows weren’t hard and she collapsed against him after only a moment of trying to get free. He made soft shushing noises, and as much as she hated it, the noise soothed her, as did the distant sounds of her lovebirds.
“I’m sorry.” The apology was gruff and awkward, as though those two words had never left his mouth before, which was probably true.
“You’re the first virgin I’ve ever been with. I’m not sure what to do.” His admission made her give a hiccupy laugh.
“What you should do is not run away from me. I want to be held, Wes. Held and talked to, that’s all.” She needed his physical closeness. Some primal urge inside her required his presence and his touch, as though that would reassure her all was well.