Page 68 of From West, With Regret

“You want my cock inside you, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

I feel exhilarated. Excited. Safe. I’m scared to say the ‘L’ word right now, but if it isn’t, it’s a feeling like it.

West is looking at me, begging for me like I’m the air he breathes.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, please.”

“Good girl.” His eyes flash with satisfaction.

I follow his lead as I straddle his lap the way I had earlier. My wet crease sets right over his stone-hard length. He grunts,and I moan, rubbing myself over him. Pressing my hands to his neck, I hover my mouth over his.

“Tell me how bad you want me,” I whisper, lifting the corners of my mouth.

He drags his finger down the length of my cheek, pressing it into my dimple again. My heart leaps at the memory of my dream. And him, here in front of me.

“You have no fucking clue how badly I want you.” Slipping his hand between us, he wraps it around his cock and teases the tip of it at my entrance, then he guides me in place, lowering me down onto him. “Let me show you. Normally, I’d want to take my time, but I think I’ve been patient enough.”

I take every inch. My mouth falls open, my body adjusting to having his thick cock inside me.

When I’ve taken all of him, he lifts me again before I’ve had a chance to catch my breath.

It’s a different sensation than before when I’d been laid out for him.

We’re closer. More intimate. Vulnerable. Hungry.

I’m just catching my breath when he slams me down again. I tilt my head back, and West’s mouth meets my neck. He sucks hard on my skin. His teeth graze against me, and I come even faster than before. I tighten around him, clutching his head to my bare chest as I moan his name. Grunting, he slams me down several more times, guiding me up and down his length, thrusting, burying himself deep inside me. He bites at my breast, sucking on the hardened nipple. I cry out, my orgasm ripping through me. He was right.

He didn’t intend on taking his time.

Three more thrusts, and he’s spilling inside me, digging his teeth into my collarbone and gripping me tightly.

My fingers are threaded through his sweatyhair, and once we’ve caught our breaths, he pulls back to look at me and hooks his fingers under my chin. His eyes meet mine, and we look at each other in utter silence, allowing reality to crash down around us and settle in the steamy, heat-filled car.

Then he kisses me.

NINETEEN

LONDON

I’m standing in West’s enormous bathroom wearing nothing but his sport coat. I look down at myself, thinking I look like one of those models on the runway, dressed in men’s clothes fit and altered for a woman’s smaller frame. I’m swimming in it, completely naked underneath. The thought is exhilarating as I look around.

I bring my hands to my face and breathe in West’s scent buried in the sleeves: leather and mint.

I’ve lost all concept of time. It feels like Club Verona and the chaos we left behind after West beat the shit out of that creep was ages ago.

My body aches in the best way. I’m tired, but if West were to touch me the way he did earlier, I wouldn’t stop him.

After we finished in the car, I wrapped West’s sport coat around me, and he brought us up to his apartment. From what I could see in the darkness, the building is a modest brick one. But once I stepped inside his place, I gasped in awe at the vastness of something that seems so normal on the outside.

I’d barely had a chance to look around before West scooped me up and whisked us off to his bathroom.

The rushing sound of water fills the room now as water pours into the clawfoot tub in front of me. Steam lifts from the surface, evaporating within seconds. The entire bathroom is covered in wood and steel, with an exposed ceiling, large black pipes, and golden lights running from one side to the other. There is lush, dark green cabinets with copper trim, as well as black slate tile flooring. It’s warm and comforting yet luxurious at the same time.

It reminds me of The Veiled Door. And West.