I smile, sinking back into the mattress. It’s odd to be sharing a bed with a man, but something about Westley has always kept me at ease. Even when we banter, he lets me tease him, and he sends it straight back, but I still feel steady.
“Is that why your legs are squirming over there?”
My cheeks turn hot. “What?” I whisper.
“I can feel the blanket pulling. Did you get yourself worked up?”
“Pffftt,” I scoff, but I can’t think of any way to deny it. It was fucking hot, okay? And after the night we’ve had, you bet I’m worked up.
For a split second, I think he might drop it, but then an arm snakes under my back and drags me to the centre of the bed. I’m squealing as I register Westley’s body looming over mine, his thighs bracketing my hips and the silhouette of his body above me.
“Answer me, Trickster.” His voice drops low and coaxing. “Did you get turned on?”
“Maybe.”
“Do you want me to help you with that?”
Tingles fizzle down my legs, and I think I go cross-eyed with want. If I say yes, everything changes. There’s no going back. But, if I say no, I think I’ll drive myself insane wondering what could have been.
“Yes, pl—” The words fall from my lips only to be snatched up as Westley’s mouth crashes to mine. His big hands frame my face, tilting my chin so he has better access to steal the moan that catches me by surprise. My mouth opens on a gasp, and his tongue wastes no time, licking against mine in languid strokes. My hands come to his side, gripping the bare skin with hunger as I pull him into me. He lets his body sink against mine, and the weight is fucking ecstasy.
My legs come up to wrap around his back, and my body feels desperate to collide with his, searching for something that, before now, had never been fulfilled. Had never even come close to scratching the surface. I just know, with Westley, it’s there. Waiting. Wanting. Ready to define me.
He’s not close enough. My groans fill the room as our lips and teeth greedily consume, and I latch further around him, tightening my thighs until my hips lift off the mattress, my pussy rubbing against something thick and hard and definitely proportionate.
I grind against him, but a firm hand on my thigh stops me. Fingers squeeze my skin like something akin to yearning.
“Wait,” he gasps out as he shifts his kisses to my jaw, then along the column of my throat. “I’ve been thinking about this for so long.”
“About what?”
His hands push up my T-shirt, his fingertips ghosting over my skin as his mouth traces a path up my torso until he’s licking the underside of my breast.
“These thighs.” He practically growls the word as his hands drop down, squeezing my legs. “Wrapped around my head.”
A chill runs up my spine as my legs clench around his hips. His hands come back to my T-shirt, pushing the fabric up further, his mouth chasing every inch as it’s exposed until he closes over my nipple. He jolts back, but my delirious brain can’t figure out why.
“Maevyn?”
“Oh god, yeah?” I sigh, my body longing for more.
“Is your nipple pierced?”
“Both of them are.”
Westley shifts over me. There’s the click of a switch, and then the room fills with a soft glow. He groans, dragging a palm over his mouth as he stares down at the bars on each side, decorated with white diamontes.
I love the way he takes me in. Every time he looks at me, whether I’m dressed up like tonight, looking cute for work, or casual at home, every version of me seems to earn his admiration.
He reaches a tentative hand out, fingers grazing over the barbell, and lighting me up more than a million stars in a midnight sky. He makes me feel as though butterfliesare swarming in my stomach. I don’t know if it’s because the slower approach is making me more aware of everything that’s going on. Usually, my encounters are always a rush to the finish line; no finesse or acknowledgement, just two people chasing their own relief. Maybe it’s my heightened awareness that this time, it’s withWestley, and for some reason, I want it to be different. It almost feels like this is my first time all over again.
Leaning forward, he presses his lips along my ribcage, soft and unhurried as he creeps his way up. I have to take a breath to force my heart and mind to slow down. They’re both spinning out of control.
He reaches my nipples, testing his tongue around the barbells, then he groans. It’s a direct shot to my pussy, and it seems to have the same effect on West. He greedily plays with my piercings until it feels like I’m dangerously low on oxygen. His mouth moves down my sides, teeth biting into the waistband of my shorts.
Sitting back on his heels, primal need burns in his eyes as he looks at me, and his hands come to my shorts, slowly pulling them off my hips. I lift, allowing him to ease them down my legs.
His eyes rake over my naked body. It may as well be his hands for the way I feel it, like scars forming on my skin that I’ll never be able to forget.
