Page 136 of Westin

I frown. “Is he safe?”

He nods, picking up the bag of candy and dropping it on the bedside table. “We had some business together, and he’s staying the night because he lives pretty far out.”

I nod, burrowing down against the pillows. “Okay, that’s alright.”

He goes to the bathroom, flicking on the light. “Join me in the shower?”

I shake my head, and his brows rise.

“No, thank you, sir,” I say sleepily.

His throat bobs. He’s just a shadow in the doorway, but I detect an undercurrent in him. I halfway expect him to tell me to shower anyway, but he just looks at me with his eyes shadowed.

The room goes from warm to uncertain. I pull back the covers, leaving only my blue slip between us. He comes close and kneels over me on the bed.

“I want to know the truth about something, darling,” he says, his voice low.

“Yes?” I whisper.

“In twenty, thirty years, will you regret staying?” he asks.

My heart melts. Suddenly, I’m back in his truck, sunshine spilling through the windshield. It’s hot and his hand is on my thigh.

“No,” I say, voice quivering. “A lot happened that I wish hadn’t, but I’ll never regret you.”

He kisses my mouth then, slow and deep. I don’t think he’ll ever question my feelings again. There’s something final about the way he gets up and goes into the bathroom, shutting the door. I’m still awake when he finishes his shower and gets into bed.

He’s still hard, his cock digging into my ass. His breath is hot on the back of my neck, kisses burning down my nape.

“Face down,” he says, lifting my thigh. “Be a good girl and don’t make a sound.”

Heart pounding, I obey. He pushes into me, and I can’t bite back my whimper. His hand comes up and covers my mouth. His cock starts pumping, rubbing up against my G-spot. He keeps that position, every stroke sending me a little closer to shouting against his hand.

With his other hand, he touches me, back and forth until I tighten. When I come, arousal spills out around his cock, staining the sheets. He pulls out, dips under the covers, and I feel his tongue on the insides of my thighs.

When he resurfaces, he’s biting up my stomach and breasts.

“Fuck, darling, I could drink you neat,” he moans, shoving his cock roughly into me.

Exhaustion washes over my satisfied body. He lifts me, putting his back against the headboard, and fucks me in his lap. Sweat etches down his face, dripping on his chest. I let him grip my wrists.

Our eyes are locked.

His body ripples. My body takes every thrust. The only reaction he has when his orgasm hits him is to pull out and grit his jaw. Warmth spills between our bodies, and then everything goes quiet.

I shift. Something crinkles under my leg. He glances down and picks something up from the flannel sheet.

A wax paper-wrapped candy.

He stares at it like he’s seen a ghost. His expression is unreadable.

“Westin?”

He tears his gaze to my face. His lips part.

“I love you, darling,” he says, voice cracking.

Dead silence. The gas fire rushes. His heart thumps. My body is floating and falling all at once.

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