Page 20 of Westin

Her voice is raspy, but it’s not scared. Head spinning, I bend down and kiss her open lips harshly. I know she feels the drumbeat in my body, the one I hear in the distance, getting closer with every second I’m not buried in her sweet pussy.

This is inevitable. I have to have her, even if it means taking her virginity on the bank of the creek.

I pull back. There’s no fucking point in lying.

“I need you, Diane,” I say hoarsely.

Her throat bobs. “Like…how?”

I brush her hair back, my thumb dragging down her cheek. “I need to touch you, kiss you…be inside you. God, girl, I feel like I’m fucking dying.”

Heat waves rise from the dusty riverbank where our bodies lay together. Her lashes flutter, and I know my words are a million filthy images in her mind. I see it in her flush, feel it when her hips rub on me, just a little bit.

“I…um…I haven’t….”

I nod. “I can guess.”

My eyes rove over her face. Her big, dark eyes have a little droop to them that I find so sexy, especially when they’re hazy with desire. Her full mouth parts, showing me a flash of white teeth, one tooth slightly overlapping the other. The pink tip of her tongue flicks out and wets her lips.

I’m so hard it hurts. My hand tightens on her body.

My girl. This could be my girl.

All soft, warm, sun-kissed skin, dotted with summertime freckles. Blonde curls so fine, they feel like silk in my calloused hands.

I should stop. She’s twenty-one years old.

She doesn’t know what she’s getting into, consorting with someone like me. Up at Sovereign Mountain, we do things with little regard for anyone’s law but our own.

This girl doesn’t know who I am.

Or what I’ve done.

If I was a better man, I would take her home with her virginity intact, but I’ve never been particularly good—just good at pretending I am so the world doesn’t guess what I do in the dark.

But I can’t pretend with her—something about those brown eyes makes me honest.

I know what I’m going to do, even if I shouldn’t, and so does she. The inevitability is intoxicating. When our eyes meet, it thrums like wire through a fence. We’re going to fuck.

“Do you want to do that…here?” she whispers.

“Would you rather it be in bed?”

She nods. “Yeah, I think I would.”

Reluctantly, I extract my hand from her panties and help her to her feet. She’s flushed as she puts her boots back on, and I take the opportunity to lick my fingers.

My head spins.

She’s sweet with a little hint of tartness, andfuck, I need more. I want it saturating my senses. Before I fuck her, I’m going to eat her out. Thoroughly.

She’s getting a lot of firsts today.

We’re both quiet as I take her hand and lead her to the truck. She hands my hat back to me, and I set it on the dashboard. The engine rumbles as I pull back onto the road, and she clears her throat.

“Are you going to tell anyone?” she whispers.

I glance over. Her arms are wrapped around her body. I slide my hand down her thigh and grip it, holding her tight.

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