Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 124(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 124(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
His weight settles over me, and it feels right. I’m not afraid because being with West is right. The only thing I fear for is my heart. This man could break it so easily.
I wrap my legs around his waist to pull him closer, and he’s hard against me. The rush of power that overcomes me is exhilarating. This beautiful, sweet, smart man wants me. And from the size of him, he’s aching for it.
“West,” I breathe, “I want you to touch me.” I’m emboldened by how turned on he is, so I take his hand and place it on my breast. When I arch into his palm to show him how much every part of me wants this too, he stops breathing. “Please.”
His eyes darken as he stares down at me. “I can’t resist you, Bellarose. But I think you already know that.”
He kneads me gently through my dress as his thumb brushes over my nipple. I gasp at the sensation because it’s so, so good. I want more. No, I need it. I can already feel my climax building inside me.
“More,” I demand, and he laughs. It’s a low rumble that goes all the way to my core.
“Impatient.”
“Yes.” I lick my lips. “Very.”
“I’ve got you.”
“I know,” I whisper, and I see the impact of my words in his expression.
West reaches for my zipper and slowly drags it down. Then he leans forward and places a kiss on every new inch of exposed skin. The dress slides off my body, and I lie back in just my bra and panties, suddenly shy despite my earlier boldness.
I really should have thought more about my choice in underwear, but in all fairness, I didn’t expect this to happen. I love a theme, and I stick to it.
“You don’t do anything in halves, do you?” His eyes take in my matching purple cotton underwear. There are little kittens jumping over clouds like sheep would.
“It’s silly.”
“No, it’s you,” he tells me, and I stare up at him. He keeps saying all the right things, things I didn’t know I needed to hear. Before I have a chance to think about it too long, West removes my bra. He goes utterly still while looking at me like I’m precious. “You’re so beautiful, kitten. Perfect,” he says, his voice rougher now.
Perfect. I don’t think anyone has ever said that about me.
“And you’re wearing too many clothes,” I point out because I need to even the playing field. The way he’s looking at me makes me want to hide and shine at the same time. Maybe if he’s missing all his clothes too, I won’t feel so bashful.
“You want me naked, kitten?” He gives me a playful smirk but sits back to remove his pants.
This time I get to look all I want as he exposes his thick, strong thighs. Then there’s the undeniable evidence of how much he wants me straining against his boxer briefs. West is beautiful with lean muscles and golden skin. The fact that he’s mine, at least for tonight, makes my entire body heat.
He climbs back onto the bed, settles between my legs, and kisses me again. This time it’s slow and deep as his hands roam my skin. He touches me like he’s memorizing me and mapping my responses. When his mouth goes to my nipple, I whimper. I didn’t know they were so sensitive. Each time he does it, the sensation shoots directly between my thighs. As if he can read my mind, he trails kisses down my stomach. I hold my breath, knowing what’s coming.
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he says, his fingers hovering at the waistband of my panties. I swear there’s a slight tremor in his hand as he touches them.
“Don’t stop,” I tell him as I lift my hips in invitation. “Please, West.”
I know part of him is holding back because of what happened earlier, but I don’t need that. I just need him.
With one quick move, he removes my panties and tosses them aside. Then I’m under him, bare and exposed. I’m vulnerable, but I’m not afraid. I know West would never hurt me.
He kisses my ankle, my calf, and then the inside of my knee. He’s slowly working his way up with maddening patience while I squirm and make demands and then laugh at his teasing.
“West, please.”
“Shh, kitten. Let me enjoy this.” He presses a kiss to my inner thigh, almost where I need it most. I can feel how wet I am, and the aching has turned to a throb. The sensation is like being empty, and it’s taken over.
I’ve read about this, but the reality is much different. West Hayes is kneeling between my thighs, looking at me like I’m a meal he’s about to feast on.
The first touch of his tongue makes me cry out as I fist the sheets. He licks me slowly, thoroughly, like he’s savoring the taste. He lets out a low, hungry moan that vibrates through my core and makes my toes curl.