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Weston gave his friend a look of surprise. "How did you know?"
Fox smiled at him. "If I had a woman like her waiting for me... I'd want to get to her as quickly as I could."
Weston felt his whole heart swell at the thought of her. "Then let's get going."
CHAPTER 18
TRACY
When Tracy woke up the next morning, she groaned and mumbled a little. "I think I need to get a better air conditioner."
She felt Weston suck in a breath as her hand found a rather warm part of his body.
"Because waking up next to you means I'm sleeping with a furnace." She groaned but didn't think to let go of what she was holding. "I need to balance out the hot with the cool or I'm going to overheat."
She meant to tease him a little, but Weston had woken up... hungry.
At least that's what she managed to call it when he peeled her hand off of his already rock-hard dick and rolled her under him.
The tank top she'd pulled on the night before was pushed up so he could put his mouth all over her breasts. By the time he'd gotten his boxer briefs off and had settled between her thighs she remembered how late into the night they'd gone before falling asleep.
"West?"
She tried to turn her head away from his kisses, so she could speak, but it didn't seem to interrupt his movements, and hismouth found her pulse just below her ear and the pressure he put on her neck made her ache for him even more.
"West? Honey? I-"
He lifted his mouth from her throat just as the tip of his cock slipped inside of her.
"Hmm?"
He lifted his head and smiled down at her, but his eyes were dark.
She knew that look.
She had a feeling it was the same look on her face at the moment.
"I'm still... a little-"
His expression softened and he backed away from her.
She felt the loss and hated that he'd known what she meant.
Tracy wiggled a little lower, as if her body was chasing him. "Forget what I was going to say."
He shook his head. "I don't want to hurt you."
Her hands grasped his shoulders, trying to draw him up. Closer.
Just when she was about to grumble something at him, she felt him shift and the tender touch of his fingers between her legs.
"West?"
He smiled at her. "I've got you."
"You're really..." her breath caught in her throat, "good at this."
Weston's smile took the rest of her breath away. "I aim to please."
