Page 50 of From West, With Regret

Another one? How many of these has West been keeping from me?

His lips brush against the shell of my ear when he says, “I can’t give you any, either.”

I want him to kiss me. I want his mouth on mine. I want more of this feeling. Not knowing what it is or where it’s coming from, I welcome it with open arms.

West was a stranger to me less than two months ago, thoughhe’s never felt like one. I’ve never felt more myself in any part of my life than I do with him.

“Tell me what you want,” he says, groaning into my ear.

I can tell it’s difficult for him to not completely let loose. He’s like a caged animal, waiting for his moment of freedom.

“I want you to kiss me.”

“Where?”

“Everywhere.”

“Tell mewhere,” he orders.

I swallow the fire burning in my throat. I’m not lying. I want him to kiss me everywhere. My mind scrambles to pick just one place. One I know I need touched by his lips. More than just my mouth, even though we haven’t kissed yet.

His hot breath brushes my ear again, and I squirm with his fingers pumping inside me.

“I want you to kiss me down there.”

“Where? Say it, London. I want to hear you say it.” He jerks his hips forward, pressing his hardened erection against my thigh, his hand still moving inside me. He hooks his fingers, and I quiver when he reaches deeper.

My jaw drops, and my mouth falls open.

“Here?” he asks, placing his lips to the spot underneath my ear. He breathes in through his nose, and my skin breaks out in a shiver.

“No,” I tell him.

Fire sparks in my chest with anticipation.

He chuckles, and I feel him smirk against my skin. He brings his mouth lower to my collarbone. “Here?”

I swallow again, frantically licking my lips. I’m thirsty. Thirsty for West. My need is painful.

“No.” My voice strains.

West lowers himself, bringing his mouth down to myhardened nipple poking through my T-shirt. I’m wearing a bra, but the thin, mesh fabric does nothing to conceal what’s underneath. I hate bulky thick bras, and for the first time, I’m really fucking thankful there isn’t much between my breast and West’s mouth.

He flicks his devious eyes to mine as his mouth pops open. “Here?”

His fingers move quickly inside me and I’m already quivering, nearing my orgasm. His palm cups me, rubbing just above my clit. There isn’t enough pressure. I want more.

“West.” His name drips from my mouth on a moan. “Harder.”

He does as I wish. His palm presses against me, and I’m riding his hand hard. My legs quake, and I’m shivering.

But it feels so fucking good.

Reality taunts the back of my mind, reminding me that I haven’t felt this free in a long time, if ever. Somehow, having West touch me this way makes me feel powerful. In control. Free.

All the things Heath or any other man have never given me.

Heat spreads across and down my legs, and I know I’m close.