Never His Girl (Kings of Cypress Prep #2) - Rachel Jonas Page 0,80
touch, but then we do and I’m on fire. The tips of his fingers drift across the lace edge of my bra to my cleavage, then he cranes his neck lower, placing a kiss there, followed by another before lowering both my straps.
I haven’t forgotten how things got destroyed the last time I let him in like this. The memory of it lives with me, despite having forgiven him. Only, it no longer consumes me, no longer acts as a barrier between us.
West has shown me the man behind the mask. The one who bears emotional scars just like the rest of us. Mistakes were made and he admits that, but he’s also taken huge strides to set things right. Sure, I could hold a grudge against him forever, but I’d be hurting myself. Staying away from him, denying what we both want, what we both need, would be tragic.
His broken soul cries out to mine, and if I’m not crazy, I believe we might be the key to one another becoming whole.
His long strides walk me backwards, until my back presses to the wall. I feel his stare on me even through the darkness, as I breathe his air in deep, like I can’t live without it.
“Tell me what you want,” he says breathlessly, making me dizzy as possibilities swim through my head.
“I… don’t know. I—”
“Tell me… what you fucking… want,” he says sternly this time, cutting in when my response isn’t direct enough.
His deeply spoken words have my chest heaving against his. All because, within those syllables, I feel his need for me. It’s more than real. It’s tangible, a living, breathing thing that exists in this room with us.
“If you can’t tell me… show me,” he suggests.
I stare up at his silhouette, unable to make out a single feature, but his beauty is burned into memory. I’ve heard his request and know he means it.
Whatever I want…
I lift my hands to his smooth, firm shoulders, and as I press them down, he lowers until his knees touch the carpet. He moves the waistband of my underwear and places a kiss at the base of my stomach, then I feel the fabric being dragged down my hips. I step out of them and another kiss touches my thigh, before he lifts it to rest on his shoulder. From there, everything becomes hazy.
The sound of me panting and struggling for air is our only soundtrack. Hearing my response to the torrent of pleasure he’s brought on has West holding me tighter. His tongue plunges inside me and, desperate for him to keep doing exactly that, I grab a handful of his dark, unruly hair while my other palm slides up the wall above me.
Where the hell did he learn how to do this?
Sucking. Licking. Sucking.
Now, I’m fucking dizzy.
Shit.
He can’t possibly be human. There’s no way and I’m sure of it, because this magic of his is the reason I’ve just bitten into my own lip. Hard enough that a hint of blood awakens my tastebuds. Still, I hardly even notice the pain.
There isn’t even an ounce of gentleness when he grips my ass next, putting an end to my squirming. The motion is rough and unapologetic. Just like him. The whimper that leaves me is damn-near primal, telling of how wild he makes me feel inside. How free.
I’m almost there, ready to come when he finds that sweet spot again so easily, but he pulls away and I peer down at him.
“You have to wait,” he rasps.
Half a second later, he stands and my gaze rises with him. I’m lifted into the air and tighten my legs around his naked waist, then he lowers us both onto the bed, covering me with his weight.
I’m fighting impatience when he reaches toward the nightstand. Especially when he leans away to slip on a condom. But at the feel of him driving deep into me, I’m certain the wait was worth it. His hands press into the mattress beside me and I turn toward his wrist, gripping it, holding my lips to his skin just because I need to feel him everywhere. He cranes his mouth toward the exposed side of my neck and kisses me there.
“So fucking tight,” he rasps against my ear.
And you’re fucking huge.
So. Fucking. Huge.
His firm hips brush the insides of my thighs, as he works them in slow, powerful circles, grinding into me, sending him deeper still. I’m completely out of my head, hallucinating and shit.