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He shrugs. He is such an asshole. “Maybe I am, princess. But I let you go once, and it will never happen again.”
I snatch my bag from the bed and hoist it over my shoulder. “Pity you don’t get a choice, jackass.”
He dips his nose to my neck and inhales deeply. Like an animal savoring his prey before he devours it. A shiver runs the length of my spine. “I will cuff you to my fucking bed if I have to, Lily, and there’s not a thing anyone can do to stop me.”
Holy fucknuggets.I need to get out of this room. “You’re insane.” Scoffing, I try to push past him, but he remains standing in front of me like an immovable wall of muscle and arrogance.
He grabs my wrist and yanks me forward until our bodies are flush. “Yeah, I am, but only because I almost ruined the best thing that ever happened to me.”
I roll my eyes and shake my head. “If you’re talking about us, there’s noalmostabout it. You did ruin it, numbnuts.”
Those sinfully dangerous lips inch closer, and my traitorous body trembles for him. “So why did you come back here tonight?”
I suck in a shaky breath. “B-because Zeke… he made me.”
“No.” He stares into my eyes—into my goddamn soul—and shakes his head.
“Y-yes.”
His hand slides to the nape of my neck. “You came back here because you know that what we have is worth saving.”
I open my mouth, but no words come out. I need to get out of here. Away from his hypnotic eyes and far away from the tantalizing erection currently pressed against my abdomen. That thing makes me lose at least a hundred IQ points.
“I could drop to my knees right now and tell you how sorry I am, princess…”
He damn well should. It’s the least he could do. “But?”
He grins wickedly. “I’ve already told you many,manytimes how sorry I am, so now I’m going to show you.”
What an arrogant jerkwad. “The hell you are.”
“Yeah, the hell I am. But don’t worry, I’ll still be on my knees.”
Is he suggesting… I shake my head. “N-no, West.” My legs tremble harder than my voice.
He takes my bag from me and tosses it into the corner of the room. “Oh yes, Lily.” Grabbing hold of my hips, he drags me against his rock-hard length and presses his lips against my ear. “And afterward he’ll show you just how much he’s missed you.”
Then he drops to his knees, and I gasp at the sudden turn of events. What’s about to happen was one of the many scenarios that ran through my head on the way over here, and it was also pretty high on my list of most anticipated outcomes, but he can’t—
His fingers slide beneath my dress, lightly dusting across the backs of my knees. Oh, fucknuggets. “West, you can’t just—”
“Lily.” His eyes burn into mine. “Stop fucking talking.”
I open my mouth to tell him to go straight to hell, but he picks me up and tosses me onto the bed, rendering me speechless. Grabbing my hips with a bruising grip, he pushes himself between my thighs and pulls me to him until my knees are wedged against his waist. I suck in a stuttered breath, and before I can let it out, his mouth crashes down, his tongue sliding against mine as he takes what he wants. I try to wrench away but he’s too strong. I bite his lip, but he only growls and kisses me harder, his weight pinning me to the bed. I’m powerless to stop him, but not because of his superior strength. No, I’m powerless because I realize how much I want this too. Maybe this is the closure we need.
I melt into his kiss, my hands fisting in his thick hair and pulling him closer, giving him unspoken permission to claim me. He breaks the kiss and hovers his lips barely an inch from mine, palming the back of my head and holding me still. A wave of regret washes over me. If only it was this easy. We both know it’s not, and if he’s forgotten that… “But you don’t know who I really am.”
“I love you, Lily. You’re my fucking girl, and that’s all I care about right now.”
His lips find mine again. Closing my eyes, I revel in the sensation of his hands on me, loving the way his kiss devours me whole. His hands roam over my body with fervor, grabbing at my dress and grunting in what I can only imagine is frustration before his hands slip beneath the soft fabric. He tugs my bra down and squeezes one of my breasts, flicking the turgid peak of my nipple with the pad of his thumb. My pulse races. Wetness slicks between my thighs.
“Fuck, princess,” he groans, breaking our kiss. His tongue darts out, licking his lower lip. I bite mine. Excitement and nervous energy fight for dominance. Our eyes lock for a fraction of a second, and whatever he sees in mine sends him into a frenzy. Before I can take another breath, he’s yanking my panties down my legs so roughly that I’m pretty sure I’ll have friction burn, but I help him by kicking off my sneakers so he can drag my underwear all the way off. He drapes my legs over his broad shoulders and pushes up my dress, exposing my bare pussy to him.
He breathes out my name as he trails rough bites and kisses up my inner thighs. “I missed you so fucking much.” I curl my fingers in his thick hair, pulling him closer to where I need him. “I know, princess,” he groans. “Just let me taste all of you.” His tongue snakes up my thigh, and I buck my hips, desperate for a little friction to sate the growing ache in my core.
He runs his pointer finger up my center, making me squirm and moan. “Damn, princess. So fucking wet for me already, aren’t you?”
“Jackass,” I groan, my fingers curling tighter in his hair as I try to tug his mouth closer.
