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“I want inside you. Now,” he rasps.

“What are you waiting for?”

He grabs his pants and shuffles through his pocket to pull out a whole packet of condoms.

“Seriously, West?”

“Hey, I’m at a wedding. So, yeah.”

“Fair enough.”

“But I only wanted this to happen with you, FYI.” He wraps the condom around his dick in a way that makes me ache, then kisses his way back up my neck and over my mouth. And everything inside me is an inferno.

He doesn’t take his time entering me.

He pushes inside, and him filling me feels like unfiltered ecstasy, and I cry out uncontrollably.

“God, you’re so wet for me,” he croaks. “You’re perfect.”

He’s moving in a harsh rhythm over me, and already, it’s not enough. All I can manage to say is, “Harder. Oh, God. Harder.”

He obeys, thrusting deeper and faster until there’s nothing left between us but sweat and desire.

The breeze must kick up, as the ship sways.

Then he tips me in a way where he hits just the right spot to make me lose my mind.

With that, my nails claw into him and my head lolls back as I try not to scream at the top of my lungs.

As I’m doing everything to hold off, West threads his fingers through my hair and pulls my head down, just the right amount, that sends more rippling waves of pleasure through me. I rasp, “God, yes.”

“That’s my girl.”

Jesus—he’s totally alpha during sex, and I’ve never been so hot for someone. “West, I can’t hold off anymore.”

“Me neither.” He tugs my hair further as he slams harder into me. Pure animal instinct takes over, his groans echoing from deep in his belly as his entire body goes taut.

West is naughty.

Sweet little West is naughty, and I freaking love it.

He slams into me as we come apart together, tingles shuddering through me and I know, by far and away, this was the best sexual experience of my life. And it’s on a yacht.

When he finishes, he gently brushes a wisp of hair out of my face and gives me a peck on the cheek. “Jesus, Eva.”

“No kidding.”

As we sit in silence, our breathing evening out, he gives me a sweet kiss on the cheek. I meet his gaze, his warm piercing eyes drawing me into the West that lies beyond skin deep. “You make me feel like… home,” he whispers, the meaning of his words hanging between us.

“I know. With you, it’s like I’m exactly where I should be.”

Now and forever, to us, the ocean is the place where West and I discovered something infinite.

24

The Walk

EVA

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