Page 85 of From West, With Regret

He lifts his hand again and presses his finger to my cheek. “There’s something I want to show you… Dimples.”

Butterflies rage inside my stomach. I’m liking this new nickname. “Show me.”

“Well, I think I’d like to finish this drink first,” he says, his voice deep and low. His eyes lower, taking in my short black dress and bare legs.

“Thirsty?” I ask him playfully.

His eyes have darkened again. He’s back to focusing on quenching his thirst, and not just with the drink he’s making.

Still holding onto the long thick piece of wood and glass, he walks around the counter and leans back against it, crossing his legs at his ankles. He’s only three feet closer to me, yet still too far away. Even with six feet of distance between us, though, I feel him everywhere.

He sets the glass on the counter beside him, then lifts his chin, staring at me through hooded eyes. “Crawl to me.”

“What?” I ask, the blood in my veins draining. Heart racing, I swallow thickly.

Crossing his arms over his chest, he tips his chin up again, raising his voice a bit louder. “Crawl. To. Me.”

The corner of my mouth lifts, and I fall to my knees. Leaning forward, I press my hands to the hardwood. The floor is cold against my heated body. I flip my hair over my shoulder and look up at him as I start to crawl to him.

“Good girl,” he says, rubbing his hand over the front of his pants. The outline of his growing erection is evident beneath his smooth, black slacks. He’s already stiff and ready for me. Seeing the size of his cock makes my insides tighten with an ache to have him inside me.

I make sure to emphasize the sway in my hips. His eyes constantly move from my ass to my breasts, spilling from the topof my dress. When my fingertips reach the toes of his shiny, black shoes, I look up.

“You’re so goddamn fucking beautiful on your knees for me.”

“Do you want me to stay on my knees?” I ask.

He reaches out and runs his hand through my hair, pushing it off the side of my face. His long fingers rake through my black strands, landing on the base of my neck. “As much as I would love for you to stay on your knees, I don’t think I’m that patient.”

Hooking his fingers under my chin, he pulls me up. I follow his lead, moving to my feet. He leans forward, and I stand on my toes, thinking he’s going to kiss me. His mouth is dangerously close to mine, and I think he’s going to give in, but he doesn’t give me the satisfaction I’m craving.

He pulls away, but quickly wraps his arm around my waist, lifting me up and turning me around. My ass slams against the counter, and I wrap my legs around him, pulling him close. He rolls his hips, rubbing his stiff cock against my slit. I moan, allowing my eyes to roll back.

“I want you now, West.”

“Patience, Dimples.”

I lower my gaze to his, my lips parting. “You said yourself you can’t be patient, yet you’re asking me to be?” I moan, letting him know exactly how badly I want him.

He chuckles. “Not patient in that way.”

“Then, in what way?” I feather my mouth against his. “Until you finish making your drink?” I grab the wooden stick he was using to mash the mint and hold it between us. “What’s this thing called again?”

It’s less than two inches thick, but about eight inches long. The end is covered in tiny raised points used to mash and bruise any fruit or herb.

His heavy breath brushes my lips when he grabs onto it. “A muddler.”

“Muddler.” I repeat the word, allowing it to roll off my tongue. “Huh.”

With a heated gaze, he presses the end of it to my bottom lip. “Stick out your tongue.”

I do as he says.

The taste of mint immediately fills my mouth, and I close my eyes. It tastes good.

West moves the muddler across my tongue, then slowly moves it farther back into my mouth. The tip rests again the back of my tongue, nearly hitting the back of my throat. I open my eyes and fight back the gagging sensation crawling up my throat. Tears sting the backs of my eyes. I’m about to gag when he pulls it back toward the front of my mouth.

“Wrap your lips around it,” West orders, grinding his cock against me. He grunts, and his mouth falls open as he watches me wrap my lips around it, puckering against the tingling mint.