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The way he’d watched her so hungrily when she got rid of the coat, when she sat on top of him and told him to touch her . . . she’d never felt so powerful before. And he’d done everything she’d asked, even more than what she asked for.
But the power had switched and he’d taken over. Somehow, she ended up on her back on the couch, West’s hips between her legs, his mouth on her chest as he rained kisses all over her skin. She buried her hands in his thick hair, clutching him close, moaning when he licked and sucked her nipples, her legs wrapping around his hips.
She could feel his erection nestled firmly between her legs and um, wow. He was huge. They were probably moving too fast. Way too fast. But she didn’t care. She wanted West, any way she could get him.
“Christ you taste good,” he murmured against her chest. He shifted downward, his mouth running across her stomach, drawing closer and closer to that throbbing spot between her legs. She didn’t think she was ready for that and she tugged on his hair, trying to bring him up to her mouth so she could kiss him.
He got the hint and moved so they were face-to-face, lips to lips. He kissed her, his hand sliding down her belly, settling between her legs. She gasped at his first brazen touch, the way his assured fingers slipped between her folds, searching. Teasing, Finding her clit, circling it, his mouth locked with hers, his tongue sweeping.
She was close already. Embarrassingly close. It was like he understood her body, knew exactly what she needed to get off. The few men she’d been with had needed an instructional manual and a map and they still hadn’t been that great at finding the necessary parts to ensure she’d experience an orgasm. Her coming was usually such an afterthought that she’d become quite the expert at taking care of herself.
“Oh, God.” She tore her mouth from his, needing to catch her breath and concentrate on the feel of his fingers moving between her thighs. She sucked in a breath, and her lips parted as she felt the familiar tug and pull low in her belly. This was all happening so fast. When she’d put the plan together with Delilah earlier, she wasn’t sure how West would respond.
Worse, she’d wondered if she could even go through with it.
Thank goodness she’d dug up some of that buried courage. Look at her now.
“You gonna come, Harper?” His voice was pure intent. Pure sex. A shudder moved through her and he whispered again, his mouth against her cheek. “I want to make you come, baby. Are you close?”
She nodded, too overcome to speak.
“Tell me where to touch you to make you fall apart.” His voice went even deeper, if that was possible. He slid one finger inside her body, and she stiffened, sucking in a breath. “You like that?”
“Yesss.” She lifted her hips, bit her lip when he sunk another finger inside her body. “More,” she whimpered. “Faster.”
“That’s my girl.” He increased his pace, thrusting his fingers inside her welcoming body, drawing her closer and closer to that delicious edge. She liked what he said to her, how he encouraged her to ask for what she wanted. And she wanted to ask for more, beg for it, but she was still feeling a little shy.
Which was absolutely ridiculous, considering she was completely naked and his fingers were between her legs while he was urging her to come.
He removed his hand and her eyes flashed open, watching as he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them. “You taste fucking unbelievable,” he murmured and she was filled with the desperate urge to shove his face between her legs so she could feel his tongue lick her there. Oh, God, that would feel amazing. Forget being shy. Forget worrying over what he might see down there.
She wanted him to lick her straight to oblivion.
“West.” She felt restless. Needy. Her voice was soft. Thin. He looked at her like he knew exactly what she wanted.
Dropping a quick kiss on her lips, he smiled at her. “You want me to go down on you?”
Her cheeks were warm. Her entire body was hot. She nodded and he kissed her again, his tongue pushing inside her mouth for a too-quick moment.
Then he moved down. Farther. Farther . . .
Until his hands were spreading her thighs wide and he ran his tongue over her sex, licking her everywhere. She arched into his mouth, a shaky moan escaping her when he added two fingers, pushing them deep inside her. She was so close. So incredibly close to coming and she strained beneath his ministrations, her entire body shaking as she sought her release.
“Relax,” he murmured against her, his hands sliding beneath her butt and holding her close. “Just let it happen, baby.”
She closed her eyes and did exactly what he requested. She slowly went lax, concentrating on the feel of him, his fingers curling inside her body as he circled her clit with his tongue. Reaching out, she touched his hair, speared her fingers through the silky softness, felt him whisper against her flesh. God, she was wet, so wet, but he didn’t seem to care. No, he seemed to like it. He sucked her clit between his lips, thrusting his fingers faster and she was done for.
A cry fell from her lips as she shattered completely. Her entire body shook with orgasm and he never let up, his mouth still working her sex, his fingers still moving inside her body. She clutched at his hair, arched into his face and still he kept on, until finally she had to practically push him away to make him stop.
“Sorry,” she said after he rose up to pull her into his arms. “I was a little sensitive.”
He kissed her forehead. “That was fucking hot,” was all he said. He slipped his fingers beneath her chin, tilted her face up, and kissed her.
She didn’t flinch at the taste of herself on his lips. He opened his mouth wide, the kiss turning carnal. Sloppy. They rolled around as best they could on the narrow couch until finally he broke the kiss first, whispering against her lips, “Do you have a condom?”
“In my trench coat pocket,” she whispered back, surprised that he didn’t have any.
He slid off the couch and went to the trench coat that lay crumpled on the floor, pulling the handful of condoms she’d shoved into her pocket before she left her house. Condoms that Delilah had dumped into her purse at her house, where Harper had borrowed the heels and the trench.
