Page 28 of From West, With Regret (NYC Billionaires #2)

EIGHTEEN

LONDON

Finally.

Fucking finally.

We collide, his hands in my hair, my mouth starving for his.

West’s kiss is exactly how I hoped it would be, hungry and frantic, yet still measured.

I should have asked him to kiss me last night.

I was a fool for not because damn, he’s a good kisser.

His soft lips press firmly to mine, drinking me in.

I’ve never been kissed like this. An explosion bursts in my chest, and I’m worried I’m caught in another dream—one that has me questioning what’s reality and what isn’t.

Not breaking our mouths apart, I shrug the rest of my arms out of his sport coat, allowing it to fall to the footwell as I lift my leg up and over him to straddle his lap.

Fresh goosebumps slither across my skin from West’s touch.

He grips my ass as I lower myself over him, immediately feeling his stiff cock rub against me, making me moan.

His tongue slips between my lips, tasting and teasing me.

My heart bursts with every lap of it against mine.

I don’t know when, but at some point the car stops, and Alden’s door is slamming shut, leaving us alone .

“You almost killed that man,” I pant against West’s mouth.

“I did and it would have been worth it.” His voice is dark and full of unwavering conviction.

The scruff lining his jaw grates against my skin, sending electricity shooting straight between my legs. I know I’m already dripping wet for him. I rock my hips against his hardened length, straining against the zipper of his pants. It twitches beneath me, begging to be set free.

West groans as he squeezes my ass before sliding his hands up my back. “You have no idea what I would do to protect you, London.” His hand stops at the base of my neck, and he pulls me down to look at him. “You make me feel something no one else ever has.”

I feel his words. Feel them to my core. Suddenly everything makes sense. In my heart and deep in my bones, I know not everything makes sense—my memories are still a jumbled mess—but some puzzle pieces click together seamlessly.

I’m tired of holding back the way I feel in fear of what all of it means, so I give in to my feelings for him, trusting my fragile heart.

“Same for me.” I kiss him. “Every day, I wake up looking forward to seeing you.” I kiss him again. “My heart jumps at the thought of what you might be feeling for me, too.”

“Then, why have you been running away?”

I rock my hips. “I haven’t been running away.

I’ve been right here all along.” I tell him, pressing my palms against his thick neck.

The tips of my fingers slide across the silver chain, and I fight the urge to pull it up and finally see the charm for myself.

“I’ve just been afraid to step off the edge of the cliff. ”

He tucks my hair behind my ear and presses his finger to my cheek. “Oh, baby, we’re already driving over a thousand miles an hour off this cliff.”

The corner of my mouth lifts, but West is quick to catch it. My hands are soon in his thick, dark hair, and I roll my hips against him once more.

West claws at my back as he tears the dress from my body, ripping the fabric.

“This dress isn’t mine.” I stifle a giggle, my skin buzzing with heated anticipation. “I was only borrowing it from Julianna.”

“I’ll pay her back for it.”

I laugh and tilt my head back, sinking into this feeling with West. “She’ll hold you to it.”

My now-torn dress pools around my waist. The warm air hits my breasts, and I’m already tingling under West’s touch.

My nipples harden into two peaks as he pinches them between his fingers.

I hiss as his hands explore my body. Steam coats the windows, blocking what view we have.

Thankfully, the car windows are tinted, nearly black.

I have no fucking clue where we are. Are we at West’s place? Are we even still in the city?

“I want to finish what we started yesterday.” He growls.

My thighs quiver with painstaking need. I’m already past the point of wondering if this is what I want. Despite the fear I have in not knowing if my dreams of West are somehow reality, I know what I’m feeling isn’t wrong. I’m tired of convincing myself it is.

I need to trust myself. I need to trust that this feels right in a way it never has before with anyone else I’ve been with.

“Tell me where you want me,” he begs, heat searing his kind blue eyes. It’s amazing how they transform for every situation. They’re kind when they want to be, protective when they need to be, and now completely under my spell.

I smirk, a firecracker sparking to life inside my chest. I grab his hand and place it over my cheek, all the while continuing to roll my hips over his hard-as-stone cock. Every few breaths, he lets out an impatient growl .

“Here,” I whisper.

The corners of his beautiful mouth twitch, and his hungry eyes fall to my cheek. He places his lips gently to my cheek, and I hold my breath as he pulls away.

I move our hands, placing the tips of his fingers over my collarbone. I roll my hips again. “And here.”

He follows my lead, and his mouth presses against my skin with a little more pressure. With a deeper hunger.

I trail his fingers down and over the swell of my breasts, dragging them over one nipple, then the next. “Here,” I breathe.

Sticking his tongue out, he laps it around the tightened bud. I squeeze my thighs around him, whimpering with the sensation. Heat pools in my belly, and I know I won’t last long like this.

“Fuck,” I breathe out. “Your mouth feels so good.”

With his other arm, he holds me against him. “Stay right where you are, London. Surrender to it. Surrender to this feeling.”

“I’m going to fall apart.”

“You won’t. I won’t let you.”

Well, damn. Now I’m not thinking I’m going to fall apart. I’m going to fucking melt into a puddle right here in his car.

West pinches my nipple between his teeth, and a sharp jolt of delicious pain slithers down my spine. I whimper again, needing him inside me more than ever.

“Tell me where next.” His voice is deep. It vibrates against my skin, and I lift myself up enough to slip my hand between us.

I begin to unbuckle his belt. Once I have it free, I start for his zipper, but he shakes his head, clicking his tongue in disapproval.

“Not yet.”

“Please,” I beg .

“Your turn first. I want to watch your reaction to what I do to you first. So, tell me where you want my mouth , London.”

My thighs hum in anticipation. I slide West’s hands down from my breast to my clit, and I gasp when I press it to the already swollen bud.

“Here.” I quiver, tingles breaking out across my body.

He quirks a smile, and his eyes flash with hunger. “That’s my girl.” He growls. I gasp when he rips his hand from my clit and places both hands on my ass roughly to lift me up. Quickly, he lowers me down until my back is lying against the center console.

Thank God I was right in assuming we’re alone.

Alden is no longer in the car. I can’t tell where we’re parked.

I know we’re no longer in the center of the city, at least. Trees dance above us in the wind as I lean back, pressing my hands on either seat beside me.

The moonroof of West’s car stretches from the front to the back, making up the entire ceiling.

Here, it’s just West and me beneath the stars.

The leather console digs into my lower back as I sit up, staring at West sitting back in the middle of the back seat.

I have no idea what he wants to do with me, but I put all my trust in him.

Seeing his protectiveness in the club earlier has rebuilt the armor around my heart.

This time, though, it isn’t to keep others out.

This armor is a sign of strength. I’ve never been more certain or comfortable with someone than I am now.

He’s now reclined back in the seat, staring at me as if he’s trying to decide which part of me to devour first. His legs are spread as he strokes himself with one hand.

“Do you know how hard I am for you right now?”

“Yes.” My throat is dry, and my need for West is cresting. “I felt every inch.”

He chuckles, and his jaw twitches. “Do you know how beautiful you are? ”

I hum in response.

“Not good enough,” he grunts, stroking himself harder. “Do. You. Know. How. Beautiful. You. Are?”

My eyes fall to his hand working his cock.

He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he pops an eyebrow. “Well?”

My chest rises and falls with every heated, wanting breath. “Yes.”

“Say it.”

“Say what?”

“Say you’re beautiful.”

I moisten my lips and whisper, “I’m beautiful.”

“Fucking right you are.” His voice is silk as he presses his fingertips to my knees, pulling them apart. “Now, spread those gorgeous legs for me like a good girl.”

His hands glide down the length of my legs, around to the back of my calves before stopping on my heels. He lifts each of my feet and places them on either side of him. I’m still wearing my black strappy heels, but West doesn’t seem to care.

“Leave the heels on,” he orders, as if reading my mind. “You look sexy in anything, but seeing you just like this , bare for me, spread open and ready in just your heels does something different to me.”

My heart is racing as he leans forward and slides his hands along the insides of my thighs.

I’m quivering under his touch. My dress is still bunched around my waist, but it doesn’t matter.

My skin is on fire, and I shift against the console, the leather rubbing against the small of my back as he grips onto the waist of my black lace thong.

With a snarl and a flash in his heated gaze, he clicks his tongue against the back of his teeth in disapproval. “Such an inconvenience, these things.”

Slowly and torturously, he slips it over my ass and down each leg, cradling each of my feet in his large hands. Smiling, he stuffs my lace thong into the pocket of his pants.

“Seriously?” I giggle, but it’s quickly stifled when he leans forward and blows on my wet slit.