Page 43 of West Bound

“Not a chance in hell, big guy.” She lowers herself back down and I take hold of her by her biceps before she can pull away.

I tug her body close to mine and she falls into me, her hands braced on my chest and staring up at me.

“Fine. No date. Your room or mine?”

She blinks her doe eyes up at me, the light from the moon making them shine like rare gems. Her breaths are heavy and each inhale has her fabric covered nipples rubbing against my bare chest.

“What’s it gonna be, Vivian?” I ask, running my hands over her shoulders and down her sides until I reach my favorite place on her, squeezing her firm cheeks.

Her body turns pliant in my hands, like warm clay, and I begin smoothing up and down her back. My hand comes to rest at the base of her neck and I lean into her and place soft kisses along the column of her delicate neck.

“Vivian, you don’t even realize what you do to me, do you? I feel like a madman when I’m near you.”

“I hate you, too,” she rasps.

“Here’s the thing, Peaches,” I run my nose along her soft skin and inhale her delicious scent of something sweet and a bit spicy. Like a smoky apricot. “Your body does not agree with the words coming out of your mouth. Your words say you hate me but your body…”

My hand runs down her side, over her ribs and stopping at her small waist. I watch as her body begins to react to my touch. Her breath quickens and the pulse in her neck jumps. The smallest beads of sweat form along her hairline, and her fingers curl into my arm.

“Your body is begging for me to make you scream. Quit denying what we both know you want. Let me give you what you need.”

“How do you know what I need?” her voice trembles.

“Baby…your body tells me everything I need to know.” My tongue licks a line from the shell of her ear to her collarbone and a moan that she tries desperately to conceal spills from her lips.

“So I’m going to ask you one…more...time, Peaches,” I swipe my thumb across her bottom lip and her warm tongue licks the tip. A sweet feeling of satisfaction fills me. “Mine place or yours?”

Time freezes and I stand with bated breath until she finally says, “m-mine,” in that sexy rasp of hers, and that’s all it takes for me to snap.

I grab her hand and haul her to where the buses sit. There’s no way I can wait for the rest of the team to come out and pile in. We’ll lose the momentum if we sit piled into a seat next to twenty other guys.

I reach into my pocket and take my phone out. With a few swipes, I’ve got a car headed in our direction and I’m all but pulling Vivian behind me as we make our way to the side gate.

The security guard must sense my urgency because he slides the gate open quickly and moves aside without a word. When we clear the stadium gates, a car is idling at the curb waiting for us.

I open the back door and the driver says, “Phoe—holy shit. You’re Phoenix West.”

I help Vivian in and follow right behind her, slamming my door once I’m settled.

“I’ll give you an extra one hundred dollars if you can get us to our hotel in under five minutes and without a word.”

“You got it,” he says and slams his foot down on the gas, jerking the car into traffic.

My body is desperate to feel hers against it, so I take her small face in my large hands and draw her to me. Her eyes still haven’t shrunken from their enlarged size and her breathing has turned shallow and fast.

“Relax, Peaches. There’s nothing to be afraid of.” I lean in and slide my tongue across her lips and nip at the corner. “Well…maybe just a little.”

I crush my mouth to hers and relish in the feel of her smooth pout against mine. I get lost in her taste, in her touch, in the little sounds she makes every time my tongue dances with hers. I’m so caught up in the best kiss of my life, that I don’t notice we’ve arrived at the hotel until the driver clears his throat.

“Man, I’m really sorry. I know you said not to speak but you’re here.” He winces and sinks his ears to his shoulders like he’s waiting for me to blow his hair back.

“No apologies,” I spit out, fishing my wallet out of my pocket and throwing two hundred dollars down on his console.

“Thanks!” he calls out as I drag Vivian by the hand out of the car and rush into the hotel lobby.

We’re racing like our house is on fire, garnering stares from people as we pass. A few phones come out and a flash or two goes off, but I couldn’t give one shit. My only goal, my only thought, is getting Vivian upstairs and naked pronto.

“What floor?” I growl at her.

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