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I sigh, realizing he doesn’t have any answers to give, nothing beyond the fact he gets a warped thrill out of making people feel small.
“Let him go,” I tell Weston. “It’s fine. It’s over.”
“You hear that?” Weston leans down, glaring at the man. “It’s over because my woman says it is. If you ever bother her again – and if you even think about aiming that word at her – you’ll end up in the hospital. Now get lost.”
Weston lets him go, staring as the man runs away, going the same way as his so-called friends.
Weston turns to me.
“You know he’s wrong, don’t you?” he tells me firmly. “You’re beautiful, Alice. You’re everything I ever wanted. You’re curvy, not f… not what he said. You know that.”
“If I’m enough for you,” I whisper, “then I feel enough. If that makes sense?”
“It doesn’t matter what anybody else thinks,” he says, nodding, and then wraps me in his arms again.
“Are you okay?” I murmur, tenderly tracing my fingers down his face, the side the man hit.
“Nothing a kiss won’t fix.”
He smirks, and then his hot lips are on mine, making my mouth ache.
CHAPTER 21
Weston
I’m still pulsing from the fight as we drive back into the city toward my apartment.
“It’s like when I was a kid,” I tell my woman. “When my Dad would make us spar. It takes a while for me to calm down.”
She touches my forearm, causing the fire to change shape, to become lust instead of rage as I feel her tender, tempting warmth move up and down my arm.
Looking at her is a mistake since it makes driving so difficult.
Even under the coat, I can see that alluring shape of hers.
Her face is so beautiful. All I want to do is kiss her, run my fingers through her hair, then turn savage and possessive, my cock hard as I imagine her wrapping her hand around my base.
“It’s okay,” she murmurs. “I’m just glad nothing bad happened. To you, I mean. Not them.”
“They’re lucky nothing worse happened,” I growl. “Nobody gets to make you feel small.”
I move my hand to her thigh, knowing this is a mistake too. She’s wearing tights, just like the first time I saw her, and I can feel the heat of her legs pressing through the material.
“I need to get you alone. I need to see what’s under that coat.”
She makes an adorable whimpering noise.
“What is it? You don’t want to?”
She laughs gently. “I think you know the answer to that.”
“You want it all,” I say firmly. “You want to lie down, open those delicious legs, and feel my huge hard dick going up inside your soaked pussy. You want to take every inch as I fuck you harder, fiercer.”
“Yes,” she whispers, a moan making her voice shake. “Oh, Weston….”
My hand is sliding up her leg as I drive. I can’t help it.
She wraps her hands around my wrist.
“Not here,” she says urgently. “You’ll crash.”
I keep my hand near her upper legs for a moment as her breath gets quicker, more excitable.
Then I almost surge out at an intersection.
I slow.
She’s right.
I have to wait.
Even if it’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done.
As soon as the elevator doors close, I wrap my arms around her from behind, lean down, and drive my manhood against her ass.
“I’ve thought about how your perfect ass would feel,” I groan in her ear, kissing her neck as my hands glide over her body and start massaging her juicy breasts. “But you’re so much better in real life.”
“It’s different than texting, huh?” she says softly, shifting against me slightly.
I can feel the nerves in my woman, the virginal doubt clinging to her. But at the same time, I can also feel the need in her and how it increases each moment like she’s working herself up to it.
Unfairly – annoyingly – I think about her sister’s crush and wonder if that’s going to cause us problems.
But then Alice turns and looks up at me, a small smile toying with her lips.
“I’m feeling sort of sexy,” she says. “I never thought I’d feel like this.”
“Sort of?” I say passionately. “No, Alice… definitely sexy.”
She leans forward as I lean down, a kiss we both initiate, our tongues devouring each other. She giggles through the kiss as the elevator doors open, and I guide her backward.
I know why she’s laughing.
It’s the thrill of knowing I can’t stop kissing her, even to show her around the apartment.
My hands are on her hips, guiding her back until she almost trips….
I catch her, lift her up and cradle her to my chest.
She squeals in delight as she throws her arms around my shoulders.
“I’ve never been carried before.”
“I’m the only man who’ll ever hold you,” I snarl. “The. Only. One.”
As I talk and walk through the apartment, I glide my hand between her legs and over her tights.
