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I worked shampoo into my hands, then into her hair, massaging her scalp until I couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled her up, needing her in a different way.
Not this time. Not like last week.
I tilted her head back to rinse her hair as she ran soapy hands over my chest. We moved fast, like we both knew waiting too long would break the spell and let reality sink its claws back in.
We didn’t bother with towels. We were already kissing as we stumbled back into the bedroom, the air drying our skin as fast as we could touch it.
“Please tell me you need this as bad as I do,” she moaned. “Please tell me you won’t stop.”
“I’m not stopping.” My voice was low, rough. “Get on the bed and open your legs for me.”
She did, without hesitation.
I reached into the nightstand, trying not to think about the fact that my grandparents kept it stocked with condoms, and ripped one open.
When I stepped to the edge of the bed, she rolled to her knees, ass in the air, an unspoken plea for something raw and hard.
One day, maybe I’d take her like that. But not tonight.
I slid my fingers down the curve of her ass, finding her wet and ready, then gently pushed her onto her back. She looked at me like she was about to ask why, and only then did I realize why she got in that position. It was what I told her I did, never looking into the eyes of the woman I was fucking.
But she wasn’t just any woman.
I climbed over her, pressing my mouth to hers. “Not with you,” I whispered. “I want to see your face. I want to watch you come.”
Her heartbeat thrummed against my chest as I lined myself up and pushed in slowly.
It was fireworks and Christmas morning all wrapped into one. Tight and perfect, like she’d been made for me.
Once I was all the way inside, I stilled, watching her face.
“Please, West,” she breathed.
I started to move, slow and deep, the most basic rhythm in the world. But nothing about us was basic. Her eyes locked on mine like she was trying to read every thought in my head. I leaned down, kissing her softly, and she slid her fingers into my hair, holding me there.
But need crept in fast. I sped up, and the tight pull of her body around me told me she was close.
“You’re gonna have to let go, baby,” I told her, my voice strained. “Because I’m not gonna last much longer.”
Her nails dug into my back, raking down hard. I grunted, losing control, and the moment I started to come, I felt her clench around me, taking me with her. It was almost too much pleasure and I felt like I may blackout.
When I could move again, I rolled to my side, slid off the condom, and tossed it to the floor, too spent to care where it landed.
All I could do was look at her.
I wanted to memorize the way she looked when she came. Burn it into my brain. Now I had two reasons never to look someone in the eyes when I fucked them.
The first was guilt, for finding pleasure I didn’t deserve.
The second was her. I never wanted to look into anyone else’s eyes again.
I was fucked.
Chapter Forty-One
BLUE
What was happeningwith West was nothing like anything I’d ever known.
