Never His Girl (Kings of Cypress Prep #2) - Rachel Jonas Page 0,44

again, want to draw him in with my heels like I attempted before, but I’m a bit more sensible this time.

“Condom,” I murmur against his mouth.

He’s ready, rock-hard against me, yet he shows no sign of urgency, no sign he intends to let me have my way.

“Don’t need one,” he says, taking his lips away.

I’m confused as hell where he thinks this is going without protection, but I stop questioning it so much when his mouth moves to my neck, and then to my chest. He pauses, slowly teasing one nipple with the tip of his tongue, before drawing it into his mouth. Then, there’s a playful nip to my belly ring when he journeys there next, tugging the tiny, metal rod with his teeth. The sensation has my back arching toward him, and I arch again when the soft, wet heat of his lips travels to the base of my stomach.

A shallow gasp leaves my mouth when he dares to wander just a little lower, finally reaching his intended destination. It’s in that very second that electricity sparks from someplace deep within me. So powerfully I nearly clamp West’s jaw with my thighs. I likely would have if it weren’t for him gently holding them open, keeping me relatively still while exploring me with his tongue.

My eyes roll back again, wanting to close, but I keep them open, watching obsessively in the mirrored ceiling as he makes his point. He wants me to grasp the meaning of tonight’s lesson, that he can show me how he feels better than he can tell me.

I swear my entire body lifts off the bed when I arch toward him, feeling like I’ve completely lost touch with reality, risen to some alternate plane of existence. My heart’s never raced faster than it’s racing right now, and I’m out of my head, hearing my thoughts become words as they spill from within me. But the jumble of words leaves my mouth as one whispered expression:

“Shit…”

The response is enough to make West remove both hands from my thighs to slip them beneath my ass. Now, it’s impossible to claw my way up the sheet to escape when the feeling becomes too intense. Instead, I’m forced to endure the full-body convulsions that follow as I explode with pleasure, so raw I swear I’m on the brink of blacking out.

“West!”

I reach down, tangling my fingers in his hair, struggling for even an ounce of air. There is none, and I drown in this powerful sensation he’s brought on so suddenly, spreading from my core, and then overtaking me completely.

All at once, I shift from being so tightly wound my muscles ache, to fatigue hitting me hard and fast when it ends. Aftershocks have me quivering all over and I can’t move. Not even when a soft kiss placed on my inner thigh sends butterflies fluttering straight to the pit of my stomach. He stands after that and I’m transfixed on his perfect reflection from above, watching as he makes his way onto the bed. A second later, I feel his heat against my torso, his hardness against my hip.

He has staked his claim, more than proven his point.

“Should I leave?” he rasps, that deep tone of his sparking another of those aftershocks.

I have an answer, but pride won’t let me give it. So, instead, I simply reach for the remote on the bedside table that controls the candles. I turn them off completely, plunging us into darkness, answering his question by drawing the blanket over us both.

When I turn into his chest, his arms slip around me like this is how it’s always been, how it always will be.

I fully intend to scold myself for giving in to him so epically, but sleep overtakes me before I even get the chance.

I’ll save whatever lecture I have for myself for tomorrow. But for tonight, I’ll just enjoy this moment for what it is. If regret intends to bring me down from this feeling, that bitch will have to work for it.

@QweenPandora: Tis Game Day Eve!

Rest up guys! No pressure, but the whole city’s depending on you to pull out a win in the semifinal’s matchup :) Clear your heads and get a good night’s rest, because tomorrow’s sure to be intense.

Let’s send them all the good vibes we can. GO Panthers!

Later, Peeps.

—P

Chapter 17

WEST

Fucking hell.

So, this is what it feels like to be ghosted.

Guess I understand the panicked texts and phone calls that flood my phone after a girl’s