Page 128 of Wild Eyes
Then I kiss him.
I pour myself into it. Into him. Us.
Everything feels right in the world. It’s not. But somehow knowing West loves me makes me feel like things that are wrong aren’t so insurmountable. My parents. My royalties. My anxiety.
In his arms, everything feels better.
We undress each other with torturous care. Every graze of his hand over my bare skin sends a wave of gooseflesh out in its wake.
Every touch is reverent. Every word is tender. Every look holds promise.
West and I have done our fair share of fucking, but this is not that.
I have the sinking suspicion—cheesy as it sounds—that I’m about to make love for the first time in my life.
Stripped naked, our clothes splayed across the floor, we take a minute to admire each other. Full light and not a shred of shyness between us.
His body is roughly hewn, hard and masculine andbig. There’s nothing refined about West, and that’s what I first found so damn appealing about him.
That was before I got to know his heart. His mind. He’s so much more than meets the eye.
His big hands cup my head, and he kisses me as he walks me back toward the bed. We tumble onto the soft, fresh sheets, still warm from the sun. They feel almost as delicious as the weight of him on top of me.
One gentle hand trails down my body, exploratory and expert. I arch into him when he gets to my breast, first palming and squeezing, then plucking at my nipple. He moves down, his mouth finding my opposite nipple.
He sucks, he licks, he nips. He makes me see stars. And then he moves to the other and does the same.
“West, West…” I’m breathlessly moaning his name on repeat as he works my body. God, he hasn’t even gotten inside me, hasn’t even touched my clit, and I could come. He’s got me keyed up in a way I have never experienced.
“Yes, fancy face?” He drags his lips across the valley between my breasts.
“I feel like…I feel like…”
One of his fingers swirls over my inner thigh, and I lose my train of thought.
“You feel like you’re gonna come?” he asks as he sinks two fingers into me without preamble.
When I look down, my tits glisten with his saliva, nipples stiffened to hard points. His bright blue eyes glow in my direction while his fingers twist inside me.
“Yeah, I can tell.”
“How can you tell?” I breathe the words, my hips bucking against his hand.
“Hmm… Because I get off on watching you. And you get this pretty pink flush that starts on your cheeks.”
He’s there, hovering over my face. He kisses my cheeks in turn.
“Then it creeps down your throat, here.”
His mouth grazes over the exact spot. His stubble makes me shiver.
“And then your chest.”
This time his lips drag over my collarbones, his fingers still working my pussy at a painfully slow pace.
“And then these tits. I love them almost as much as you.” He chuckles and sucks a nipple into his mouth. My body shoots straight back up to attention. “Pretty sure if I tried, I could make you come just by playing with them.”
His fingers thrust harder now, and he presses his thumb down on my clit, almost clamping me in place. My head falls back on a sharp gasp.
