Page 83 of You Loved Me Once
He moves around the island, places his hand on my forehead and shakes his head. “No fever. So, you’re not sick.”
“Ass.”
“So, if I go in the bedroom, there will be a drawer that’s empty?”
Why is he being such a dork? It’s just a drawer. “Westin, you’re here all the time. I can fill it back up if you want...”
“Shut up,” he says as his hands hold onto my hips. “How about some closet space since you’re so giving?”
“Don’t push it.” My hands rest on his chest and then he squats down, lifting me into his arms.
Westin smirks as he carries me back to the bedroom. He drops me on the bed, and walks over to the dresser. “This one?”
I nod.
He opens the drawer, finding it empty as promised, and then he stalks toward me. I push back, moving away from him, but he doesn’t relent. Westin hovers over me and my heart races. “I’ve been trying to break down your walls.”
“It’s milk and a drawer,” I clarify.
“No, baby. We both know it’s not.” Before I can say another word, his lips are on mine, kissing me like I’m the air he’s gasping for.
My hands are frantic trying to remove as much of his clothing as possible. It’s like a light switched off and I’m completely fine being in the dark. This is what Westin does, he lets me forget, pushes me, loves me even when I don’t think I’m worthy.
Our tongues slide together, reveling in the wet warmth. His shirt falls to the floor, and he tears open my buttoned blouse, while our lips stay fused.
God, he kisses like no one else.
Gone is the tender man who held my hand as I cried, explaining to my father what he needed to do to make sure I didn’t force him to move from his home. Who didn’t cringe when he saw the home I loved as a child in disarray. The sweet man who promised my father we’d come back and work on his car that runs perfectly fine just so we could check in on him more.
This is the Westin I need right now. The dominant man who will force me outside of my mind.
His fingers tangle in my hair and he tugs it to the side, pushing deeper, making me feel him in every part of my body.
“Don’t run away anymore, Ren. Stay here with me.” His green eyes are full of emotion.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
His lips are back where I want them, and then he’s moving down my body, kissing my neck, my shoulders, before finding my breast. Westin’s eyes meet mine as he takes my nipple into his mouth, I look away and he stops.
“Watch me,” he commands, “watch me love you.”
“Wes,” I say pushing my fingers through his hair.
Westin’s eyes are full of some emotion I can’t name. “You need to see. You need to see that I’m right here.”
My chest tightens as I watch his mouth lower, keeping our eyes locked. With a tenderness that he’s never shown, he runs his lips across my skin, leaving a trail of goose bumps in his wake.
The voice in my head that always shuts down when Wes gets too close is screaming at me to stop this. There’s another side of me, though. The one that knew how to love someone once upon a time, and that part of me is euphoric right now. For so long, what we’ve shared in the bedroom has been just sex. This time, I know it’s not.
There won’t be a rollover and see you at work. I know that when I give myself to him, it’s more than just my body he’ll take.
Westin will have my heart.
He places his lips on my chest, right where the organ that hasn’t been whole resides, and he kisses me. “I’m going to make you forget all the pain you suffered. I don’t know what happened to you to make you keep pulling away,” he says as he moves back up so we’re nose to nose. “Know this, I’m not going anywhere.”
My fingers brush against his face. “I’m tired of running, Westin. I’m tired of fighting everything inside of me that wants to feel something more. So, if I fall, are you going to catch me?”
His eyes close, and when he opens them again, there’s not a trace of doubt. “Always.”
