Page 50 of Deeply Examined

Be careful.

Tracy was right. This man is dangerous. I prepare to flee.

West presses closer, trapping me. His gaze pierces mine, unrelenting, as if he’s not just looking at me but through me—stripping away all my layers.

I tremble under those intense gray eyes, my breathing erratic and my heart speeding up.

That’s when he says two simple words.

“Fuck it.”

He kisses me.

His lips descend on mine, brutal and demanding. His tongue plunges into my mouth, seeking, touching, exploring like he’s the conqueror and I’m the territory he’s invading. It’s the best kiss I’ve ever had, completely overwhelming. Endorphins flood my brain. Arousal explodes through my body, making me instantly want him. I whimper against his mouth, my hands fisting his shirt so I don’t slide to the floor from the dizzying rush of it all.

When he finally breaks away, I’m a panting mess of need. I gaze up at him through half-lidded eyes. “What was that?” My words come out slow, my brain dazed.

“A kiss.” His lips are already on the move to suck and lick along my jawline. I tilt my head to the side, exposing the vulnerable soft skin of my neck to him. He could bite me there, lacerate my carotid artery and let me bleed out on the bathroom floor, but he doesn’t.

“You don’t kiss,” I say, my voice a breathy whisper so soft I’m not sure how he hears me.

“I don’t date either, yet here we are.” His hands are as busy as his mouth, sliding along my sides to my hips. West gathers bunches of fabric from my skirt, drawing the gown up until he reaches the hem. Then he slips his fingers under the yards of tulle. He grasps my bare hips with both hands and pulls my pelvis forward. His hardness presses against me, so big that I gasp from the feeling of it. He takes advantage, returning his mouth to mine. Soon, I’m giddy from it. From the way he kisses me like there’s no other place he’d rather be. Like the only thing he cares about in the entire world isme.

West has reached my panties now. With a quick tug he rips them off. They shred into pieces and a rush of cold air hits my exposed core.

My eyes snap open to watch as he casually tosses them into the trash can by the sink.

“West!” I exclaim, distressed since that was my nicest pair of underwear.

“I’ll buy you new ones. Fly you to Paris to pick them out,” he says against my collarbone. His hands dig into my ass as he pulls me against his length. His upper body leans into me, holding me still.

There’s a questioning knock from the bathroom door. I jerk my head up at the sound, my heart rate spiking even higher.

Oh no! We can’t be discovered!

“West! We have to stop. This is a women’s bathroom,” I hiss, embarrassment warring with lust as he teases my earlobe with his tongue.

“So what?” he murmurs as his fingers slip into my folds, parting them.

“You’re not supposed to be in here!” I protest.

He snorts. “I already told you. I don’t give a fuck what people think, and you shouldn’t either.” Without slowing the prowling of his mouth or hands, he sends a firm, “Go away,” toward the door.

I can hear a woman’s incredulous voice outside ask, “Was that a man?” The words grow fainter as the speaker retreats, moving back to the conservatory.

His lips are on mine again, erasing my embarrassment, eradicating the thought of anyone besides the two of us. All my life, I’ve followed the rules, but when he touches me like this, I want to break every one of them. It only takes a minute to make my decision.

I want this.

I want him.

Here and now.

Don’t give a fuck.Thatmight be my new motto.

He swallows my moans when he takes both hands to the place where I need him most. His fingers brush, rub, and circle my clit. A heady rush of pleasure radiates out from my core, warming me. I cry out when two fingers enter me, filling me as they move deeper.

“Such a needy cunt, isn’t it?” he asks, the filthy term turning me on even more.

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