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I can’t fall in love with him.
But how do I spend one year with him when he holds me like this? Especially when I like this feeling of being wanted–of being his.
My hands find their way to his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart beneath my palms. West’s arms wrap around me, pulling me closer as the kiss deepens and his tongue presses between my lips.
I part them, inviting him in, and he responds with a low groan that sends shivers down my spine.
His fingers tangle in my hair, angling my head to deepen the kiss.
It’s passionate, urgent, like we’re both trying to pour everything into it. Everything we can’t say at this moment.
And at this moment, I forget about everything else. The arrangement, my past, and the uncertainty of my future. All that exists is West and me, his lips on mine, and the warmth of his body pressing against me.
When we finally break apart, we’re both breathless. West rests his forehead against mine, his eyes closed.
My heart races as West pulls back, his eyes locked on mine. “Amelia,” he whispers, his voice husky. “I want--“
I can’t believe what happened. I’ve never been kissed like that before, and he wants more.
“I want you too,” I whisper, knowing what he was about to say.
West undresses me, his hands moving with a frenzied urgency that matches the pounding of my heart.
I help him, pulling off his shirt, and helping him unbutton my pants as if they are burning me.
When we’re both semi-naked, West looks at me with such hunger in his gaze that my stomach flips.
He steps back for a moment, taking in the sight of me standing there in nothing but my underwear.
“I really need to buy some fancier stuff,” I say, feeling conscious of my white cotton panties and bra. I have a few nice pieces, but not enough for the week.
“You look amazing.” His eyes linger on my breasts, then travel down to the junction of my thighs. He licks his lips as his eyes roam upward again, landing on mine.
I blush at the hunger in his gaze.
He prowls towards me, his eyes never leaving mine. When he reaches me, his hand traces a path up my thigh to my hip. Electricity skates down my spine, and the heat between my legs grows with each touch. So does the wetness.
His thumb strokes over the hem of my panties. He pauses for a moment, looking up at me with wild eyes. And then he drops to his knees.
I freeze. Nobody has ever donethatto me before. It feels...too intimate and scares me.
My hands try to cover where he is looking. “I’ve never…”
His eyes glance up at mine. “Nobody.”
I shake my head. “Felix didn’t…” I stutter. “He only liked receiving.”
“Fucking idiot!” West growls. “He never knew what he had.”
He never knew what he had.
You’ll only have me temporarily, too.I choose to keep it to myself.
“I want to. If you want it, that is.” His thumb keeps sliding over my thigh, like he is mesmerized by my skin. “Do you want me to?”
“Yes,” I breathe. “I’m just a little scared. I haven’t had a shower since this morning.”
He laughs. “I’m sure you’ll taste as delicious as you smell.” His thumb strokes over the fabric of my panties, teasing me as he moves closer to the hem.