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Her arms wind around my neck, and she peers over my shoulder calling out a sweet “goodnight” to the boys. When we get to her room, I place her gently on the bed, intending to stand up, but she holds onto me, keeping me on her level.
“Stay with me?” she asks as if I could ever deny her anything.
Nodding, I slide onto the mattress beside her, finally relaxing just having her close to me. She laughs as the bed dips with my weight, rolling her toward me. She snuggles into my side and traces lazy patterns on my chest with her fingertip.
“What is it, princess?” I ask, hoping nothing that happened this evening made her uncomfortable. I can’t lose her now.
“I—I need to tell you something, Westley.” She catches my attention when she uses my full name. “It’s… it’s bad.”
She takes a deep breath before launching into a horrifying tale of crime syndicates, arranged marriage, and subterfuge that sounds more like it belongs in the pages of a thriller novel, not a young woman’s reality in the twenty-first century. I listen, appalled and willing to risk everything I have to keep her safe and here with me.
“I swear I didn’t know until recently. I’ve been here too long as it is, but I didn’t have anywhere else to go. I don’t want to go back, West, but I can’t let them find me here, either. I’d never willingly put you and your family in danger just for my freedom.”
Watching her silently, I force her eyes up to meet mine with one finger under her chin. The unshed tears in them break my heart, and I dip my head, my lips capturing hers, the control I had on myself disappearing in an instant.
Her lips part as she moans into the kiss. I take advantage of the movement, thrusting my tongue into her mouth, tasting her, devouring her, knowing I’ll never be able to get enough. Her hand grips the back of my neck, her slender fingers playing with the wayward curls there.
Forcing myself to pull back, needing to know exactly what’s worrying her so I can fix it, I run my thumb over her jaw as I look down into her teary eyes. “You’re safe, princess. Nothing can get you here. Tell me what’s coming for you, and let me put your mind at ease.”
My cock wants her, but I have to rein it in. My poor girl has been through something awful and needs a safe haven. The last thing she needs right now is a sex-starved old man pawing at her, no matter how thoroughly she paws back.
“West,please,” she begs, pulling me back down to her. “I—I need you.”
“Quinn,” I groan, wanting to give her everything and knowing she deserves so much more.
“This ismychoice,” she says, moving to straddle my hips. Instinctively, she rocks back and forth on my solid length, the fabric between us doing little to disguise my desire for her. “Youare my choice, Westley Barrett.”
With that sweet declaration, she leans down and kisses me deeply. Knowing she needs it, I give up control and let her take the lead. She grinds on me while her tongue explores mine. It’s clumsy and perfect, and I can’t imagine being able to go even one day without touching her like this.
Sitting up, she pulls her shirt over her head, exposing her pert breasts to my ravenous eyes. The dusty pink nipples are hard and begging for my tongue, but when I try to sit up to devour them, she stops me with a coy look.
“Okay, you’re the boss, princess,” I grin, settling back into the pillows, giving her the freedom to explore my body any way she likes.
Her eyes darken with lust as we watch each other silently. Her hips never stop rolling above me, and it takes every ounce of self control I have to keep from reaching out and touching her. In an effort to behave, I lace my fingers together behind my head, enjoying the show she’s putting on for me.
“Fuck, yes, princess,” I groan when her hands slowly skate up her sides and cup her breasts. “Pinch your nipples for me.” She obeys, throwing her head back with a loud moan as her fingers explore the sensitive buds, riding me harder.
“West!” My name on her lips is pure magic. “I—I need you inside of me,” she moans, circling her hips over my hard cock, nudging her sensitive clit through our clothes. She repeats the movement several times, trembling from ecstasy.
Finally, she stills above me, her mouth falling open and her eyes rolling back in her head as her muscles quiver.Oh my God, she just came.
Unable to take it any more, my arms reach out and grasp her hips, holding her in place, my eyes never leaving her quaking form. Watching her come apart unexpectedly, just from some dry humping, is unbelievably erotic, and I can’t wait to see her shatter around my cock.
“I don’t want to rush you, princess,” I groan, reminding myself for the millionth time that I have to be patient with her. She may think she’s ready now, but if she decides in the moment that she’s not, I have to be prepared to leave her alone, punishing my greedy cock with the coldest shower in history. “But that was thesexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed, and now, I need to taste every inch of your body.”
She whimpers, her hips rocking involuntarily as she chews on her bottom lip and watches me with innocent seduction in her eyes.Fuck, she really doesn’t know just how irresistible she is.
“Y-yes, please,” she moans, leaning down to brush her lips against mine. My hands move back to cup her ass, holding her close, and I feel the heat pooling between her thighs.
I can’t bear to hear her beg for me to touch her again. Through with playing it safe, I flip us over, pinning her beneath me on the large bed, kissing the sensitive spot behind her ear that makes her gasp and writhe, arching her back and pressing her breasts into my chest.
Supporting my weight on my forearms, I slowly kiss down her body, pulling her shorts down her legs, a primal growl escaping me when I see that she’s bare to me. “No underwear? Naughty princess,” I grit out, getting closer, needing to touch her, taste her, before I explode.
“I didn’t think…” she starts, biting her lip when my lips skim across her chest, my tongue snaking out and teasing each peaked nipple in turn, making her cry out, her hands digging into my hair, pulling me closer.
“West.” Her needy plea is my undoing. Running one hand slowly down her body, my fingers brush over her mound and through her folds before dipping one into her tight, wet entrance.
“Baby, you’re drenched for me!” I groan, bringing my finger up to my mouth, her sweet flavor exploding on my tongue, and I’m instantly obsessed with her.
