Page 32 of Protected By West
He hissed in a breath when the backs of her fingers brushed over the edge of the waistband of his boxers. He was going to have to get those buttons open or he might really do some lasting damage to himself.
“I think I can help with this problem."
"Go ahead." He spoke through gritted teeth.
Heaven help him. It wasn't more than a breath of time before he saw her face turn up to his and the light in her eyes burned so much brighter. A flash of fire, wild abandon.
The kind of passion he'd always wanted but never seen in another's eyes.
His hands drew her closer, his fingers brushing against the back strap of her bra.
She tensed for a second, her back arching, and her eyes narrowing just a little bit.
"Tracy, I-"
Her hands grasped at the waist of his jeans and tried to push them down. "Turns out that fitted jeans can be a pain," there was a husky laughter in her voice.
Weston sucked in a breath as his fingers found the clasp at the back of her bra.
“You can say no at any time."
She nodded tugged the buttons free before she worked his jeans down toward his thighs. "I know."
"Y-you can change your mind." The sound that pulled from his throat sounded pained, but it was the best kind of pain.
"Are you trying to get all noble on me, Weston?"
He heard the sound of denim rasping as she got his jeans to mid-thigh.
Weston's hands moved away from the clasp of her bra, and he reached for the hem of her t-shirt again.
She caught the front while he grasped the back and with the two of them working together, it was off a moment later.
With a grin she gave him a little push, and he ended up sitting on the edge of her bed.
He reached down and pushed his jeans past his knees, letting them fall down. That's when he remembered that he had his boots on.
Weston mumbled about it, and she laughed even more. "I'll get my jeans and you... you can deal with those boots."
Together he untied his boots and kicked free of them, his jeans dropping off his feet.
He grabbed the foiled packet he'd put in his pocket earlier and dropped it down on the bedspread.
Then he reached for her.
Pale pink. Bra and panties. Hints of lace and smooth like silk everywhere else.
He reached for her, and she came willingly into his arms.
Weston held her closer as he pressed a kiss between her breasts, his hands roaming over her back, up and then down, over the sweet curve just above the rise of her ass.
She smelled amazing.
Soft scents of powder along with some kind of spice.
He worked his way up, kissing along her skin, working toward her shoulder, but she leaned in to cut him off with a kiss and the sudden movement tipped him back.
He grabbed onto her hips, drawing her down with him.
