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“Um. She said—” My voice cracks and I nearly pass out from the humiliation of it, but by God, I’m not backing down now. I squeeze my eyes shut and say it fast. “She said we should talk.”
“About what?” West’s voice is all cool and faintly amused with a hint of an edge. “Use your words, Raleigh. If there’s something you want, you have to tell me.”
He speaks with enough command in his tone, my answer comes out on its own.
“I want you.”
West tilts his head, narrowing his eyes. “Want me to what?”
I take a deep breath and move slowly, hoping he can’t actually hear my heart pounding out of my chest right now.
“I want you,” I say. It gets easier, the second time I say it. “I want mmph—”
West takes my mouth, pinning my arms to my sides, kissing me fiercely, giving me no time to resist or pull away.
My brain shorts out, and I can’t do anything but feel.
Women have kissed me, but this is West and he’s kissing me the way he does everything else, with absolute control. I’m just along for the ride and holy Christ, it’s hot as hell.
It’s long moments later—or maybe just a couple of years, I have no idea—when West pulls back, his lips clinging to mine.
“I’ve wanted to do that since the first time I laid eyes on you,” he says.
“Really?” My voice is little more than a squeak.
“God, yes,” he says, his grip on my arms loosening so he can run his palms down to my wrists and back up again. “Standing at the bar, looking for trouble. Looking like trouble.”
“You’re one to talk.” I say, scoffing. “I thought for sure you were going to hit me for talking to Callie that night.”
“I’ll admit to feeling a little protective at first. But hitting you was not what I had in mind.” West gives me a hint of that wolfish smile and my dick gets stiffer. My hips grind of their own accord, seeking friction and finding it immediately. West’s eyes go wide and his mouth feathers over mine, his hands skating down my arms to grip my hips.
He’s hard.
“Tell me to stop,” he says into my mouth when I come up for air, surprised at the feel of his rigid length against my hip, at the intense satisfaction it makes me feel.
His hands are so wide, the muscles of his arms so taut, the rough hint of stubble… everything about him is so different from any woman I’ve ever held. It’s overwhelming, and painfully arousing.
He’s grinding against me, his erection sliding against mine, the thin fabric between us a nuisance and a wall and suddenly the gatekeeper of a world I’m desperate to explore.
I shake my head, trembling from head to toe, gripping his shoulders so I don’t fall over. West moves his mouth to my shoulder and bites down, harder than I’d ever dare, taking me from a tremble to an earthquake.
“West.”
“Tell me to stop,” he growls.
“Don’t stop.” I gasp, his mouth at my neck. I’m hanging on for dear life, unable to stop my climax as it rises up, too fast and far too soon. “Wait—”
“No.” West pulls me in harder, his hands going to my ass. The instant he gets a good grip, he squeezes and I come, biting at his shoulder to mute the cries I can’t seem to stop.
He holds me up through the storm, his grip eventually easing. Breathing gets a little easier, and with it, the realization of what we’ve just done sets in.
17
West
“Cut it out,” I say, sharp but quiet. Raleigh looks up at me. His eyes are damp.
Cursing, I drag him over to the couch, pulling him to sit down with me and wrapping my arms around him. Raleigh’s confusion is palpable.
