Page 66 of From West, With Regret

With his other arm, he holds me against him. “Stay right where you are, London. Surrender to it. Surrender to this feeling.”

“I’m going to fall apart.”

“You won’t. I won’t let you.”

Well, damn. Now I’m not thinking I’m going to fall apart. I’m going to fucking melt into a puddle right here in his car.

West pinches my nipple between his teeth, and a sharp jolt of delicious pain slithers down my spine. I whimper again, needing him inside me more than ever.

“Tell me where next.” His voice is deep. It vibrates against my skin, and I lift myself up enough to slip my hand between us.

I begin to unbuckle his belt. Once I have it free, I start for his zipper, but he shakes his head, clicking his tongue in disapproval.

“Not yet.”

“Please,” I beg.

“Your turn first. I want to watch your reaction to what I do to you first. So,tell me where you want my mouth, London.”

My thighs hum in anticipation. I slide West’s hands down from my breast to my clit, and I gasp when I press it to the already swollen bud.

“Here.” I quiver, tingles breaking out across my body.

He quirks a smile, and his eyes flash with hunger. “That’s my girl.” He growls. I gasp when he rips his hand from my clit and places both hands on my ass roughly to lift me up. Quickly, he lowers me down until my back is lying against the center console.

Thank God I was right in assuming we’re alone. Alden is no longer in the car. I can’t tell where we’re parked. I know we’re no longer in the center of the city, at least. Trees dance above us in the wind as I lean back, pressing my hands on either seat beside me. The moonroof of West’s car stretches from the front to the back, making up the entire ceiling. Here, it’s just West and me beneath the stars.

The leather console digs into my lower back as I sit up, staring at West sitting back in the middle of the back seat.

I have no idea what he wants to do with me, but I put all my trust in him. Seeing his protectiveness in the club earlier has rebuilt the armor around my heart. This time, though, it isn’t to keep others out. This armor is a sign of strength. I’ve never been more certain or comfortable with someone than I am now.

He’s now reclined back in the seat, staring at me as if he’s trying to decide which part of me to devour first. His legs are spread as he strokes himself with one hand.

“Do you know how hard I am for you right now?”

“Yes.” My throat is dry, and my need for West is cresting. “I felt every inch.”

He chuckles, and his jaw twitches. “Do you know how beautiful you are?”

I hum in response.

“Not good enough,” he grunts, stroking himself harder. “Do. You. Know. How. Beautiful. You. Are?”

My eyes fall to his hand working his cock.

He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he pops an eyebrow. “Well?”

My chest rises and falls with every heated, wanting breath. “Yes.”

“Say it.”

“Say what?”

“Say you’re beautiful.”

I moisten my lips and whisper, “I’m beautiful.”

“Fucking right you are.” His voice is silk as he presses his fingertips to my knees, pulling them apart. “Now, spread those gorgeous legs for me like a good girl.”

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