“We can’t do this here,” she said, tilting her head back to give him better access to her neck. “Anyone could see us. And I’m pretty sure it would be a health code violation.”
He chuckled against her skin and blindly reached out to find the light switch. The bus went dark except for the moonlight spilling through the narrow, horizontal windows. “Now, no one can see us.”
“Wes,” she gasped.
“Hold on, lawyer girl. We’re about to christen Adele.”
* * *
Rebecca’s heart was thumping hard in her chest and her blood pumping hot as Wes guided her legs around his waist and then lifted her off the table. Her rational side said they should go in the house. There was a perfectly good bed, couch, or living room floor to violate. But when Wes carried her to the back of the bus where they’d had enough room to set up a VIP table with two bench bus seats flanking it, a sharp thrill went through her.
Wes set her atop the table and pulled off his T-shirt, leaving him in just the black bandanna that held back his hair, his tattoos, and a pair of worn jeans. Her libido gave a sharp kick, and she licked her lips. “Maybe we should rethink this Shirtless Chef thing. We’ll make millions.”
Wes gave her a rougish smile. “Ready to share me already?”
“No, you’re right,” she said with a nod. “No sharing. There’d be blood.”
He braced a hand beside her on the table and unbuttoned her slacks with the other. “I have to say, this slightly violent side of you makes me a little hard.”
She reached down and slid her hand over the front of his jeans, the stiff length of him hot against her palm. “Feels like more than a little.”
“Well, my woman is about to be stripped naked and wearing only moonlight and a smile soon, so what else would you expect?”
She smiled as he tugged her slacks and panties down her legs. My woman. Once upon a time, that probably would’ve raised her feminist hackles. She didn’t belong to anyone. But with Wes, it pushed all her buttons because she’d finally figured out what people really meant when they said things like that. From the outside looking in, she’d never gotten it. Now she did. She was his, and he was hers because they chos
e to entrust their hearts to each other. A bold and scary choice, but one that gave her fear no longer.
She’d never felt more right about any decision in her life.
Wes pushed her jacket off her shoulders and then she unbuttoned her blouse, letting it and her bra fall to the floor. He gave her a ravenous look that made a hot shiver run over her skin.
He cupped her breast and ran a roughened thumb over her nipple, making desire curl low and liquid in her belly. Then he was lowering himself to his knees, kissing each part of her along the way. Mouth, neck, breast… His tongue tasting every inch of her. Sternum, belly, hip… Wet, stirring kisses that left flames burning in their wake. The slope of her pelvis, her inner thigh…
Her fingers curled around the edge of the steel table, need pulsing hard at the center of her. “Wes…”
“Patience. This is a multicourse meal.” The tip of his tongue tasted the inside of her knee and then trailed upward, making her muscles clench and her back arch. “I want to enjoy every bite of it.”
He was going to kill her. Just make her melt like cheese on a griddle and slide right onto the floor. But when she looked down at him and saw the strong lines of his face in the moonlight, the intent look in his eyes, she knew he was torturing himself as well. The chef knew how to savor, how to build up for the main course so that every morsel provided the ultimate satisfaction. He wasn’t going to let either of them go hungry.
She lay back on the table, not trusting her muscles to hold her up, and he teased her for a little longer with his tongue, with his skilled fingers, with his dirty words. But when she cried out his name, the begging note cracking in her voice, he finally relented. He kissed the center of her, dragging his tongue over her clit one last time and then slipped his fingers out of her.
He stood, his gaze devouring her as he undid his jeans and shoved them down. The fact that he didn’t kick them off just made her burn hotter. He was desperate now too. Hungry.
He took himself in his hand and gave his cock a stroke as he stepped between her legs, dragging all her attention to the filthy, toe-curling display. She reached out and put her hand over his, following his movements for a moment, her fingers getting slick with his arousal.
Wes grunted under his breath and took her hand in his, bringing it to his mouth and kissing her knuckles. “Keep that up, and this will be done quickly.”
She smiled and leaned back on her elbows. “I have trouble keeping my hands off you.”
He tucked his hands behind her knees and moved closer, rubbing the head of his erection against her and setting off every needy nerve ending inside her. “I know the feeling. I guess addiction isn’t always a bad thing.”
“Not this time.”
Wes pushed inside her, filling that empty, aching space in her body and all the formerly empty spaces in her heart. The connection electrified every sensitive inch of her, and her head tipped back in pleasure. Wes was done with the teasing, his hips pumping deep and steady.
“Touch yourself,” he said, the words thick with need. “I want to see my girl take what she needs.”
In her former life, those words would’ve made her freeze up. Sex had always been such a clandestine affair in the dark. A balance of hiding her scars and trying not to overthink things. Now, no fear entered her system. With Wes, she always felt beautiful and sexy. No performance, no smoke and mirrors, no covers to hide beneath. Just her. Naked and free. In every way possible.