Page 45 of Away Game

“You’re being all… flirty.”

“Oh West, I’ve been more than that with you, and you know it.” I gave him my best smile and watched as West’s eyes dilated with want.

“I do know it, and I know what happens immediately afterward.” He swallowed roughly. “I’m not looking for you to reject me tonight or for you to turn into a colossal asshole either.”

“That does sound like me. What if I promise to play nice?” West deserved for me to be nice to him.

“Again, I’d ask if you’re high.”

“Those pills the doctor prescribed for me do make me feel a little loopy. I’m happy. You should take advantage of my good mood.” I drew circles on the inside of his wrist, loving the feel of his soft skin.

West watched with rapt attention, his eyes flitting back and forth between my face and my hand. “Don’t make me regret this,” he said only a second before he leaned in and caressed his soft, full lips against mine.

That was our only soft touch. Wrapping my hand around his neck, I held West to me as I plunged my tongue into his hungry mouth. He tasted like mint. Had he brushed his teeth before he came back into my room? That little devil.

West’s fingers tugged at the strands of my hair, making my head angle to the side as he deepened our kiss. Even though we’d had a couple of lip locks in the past, this one was the real deal. Tonight, there was no hatred between us—only attraction and need.

“More,” I murmured into his mouth.

His nimble fingers undid each button of the shirt I’d borrowed from him earlier that day. I needed to get some of my own. West removed it from one side and pushed the other side underneath me before his trembling fingers ghosted across the taut ridges of my abs, all the while, his lips never left mine.

My head swam in ecstasy with each plunge of his tongue and nip to my lips. Why had I denied myself this for so long?

Breaking our kiss, West panted above me. His eyes were lit with so much happiness, it made a smile start to spread across my face.

“This has to be a dream,” he said softly. His eyes now trailed over my face as if looking for any trace for it to be unreal.

“If it was, would it feel this good?”

My hand went to his t-shirt to remove it from his body. With one hand, I couldn’t get it all the way, but West helped me and then threw it off to the side.

Rising up on my good elbow, I gave in to every desire I’d had from the first moment I saw Weston Jackson. “Come closer so I can touch you,” I ordered. Not being able to move my right arm really sucked at this moment.

Instead of moving closer, West rolled off me and onto his side. “Can you lie on your side?” he quietly asked as if he might break the spell between us.

Slowly I moved to my side, so I was facing West. The moment I got comfortable, he inched closer until our bare chests were brushing. My hand went to his waist, splayed out, and started to learn the plains of his torso.

The hard muscles underneath his soft, mocha skin twitched as my fingers glided over them.

“Can I touch you?” West panted against my mouth. His heavy breaths fanned over my face as one hand skated over my pectoral muscle. Leaning closer, I ran my mouth along the column of his throat as West circled the flat plane of my nipple with his finger and then his hot, wet tongue, driving me wild.

My dick throbbed and ached behind my athletic shorts. West’s hand moved down my body tentatively, as if he could read my mind or my body. When his hand gripped my cock through my shorts, my hips jerked up, and I moaned deep in my throat.

Bringing his mouth back to mine, West stopped with our noses touching. “Is this okay?”

“No,” I grunted.

West’s face jerked back in surprise as I pushed my aching dick harder into his hand.

“I need more.” I thrust forward, but he didn’t move or react. “Why aren’t you touching me?” I growled out.

He nodded once as if he had to try and talk himself into it or something, and then he was on me. His mouth and hands were everywhere until they were exactly where I wanted them to be. When West licked along the seam of my lips, I growled and nipped at him only to flick my tongue along his.

When the soft, warm skin of his hand wrapped around my cock, I was in heaven. No touch had ever felt so good. He knew exactly how to touch me.

Pulling me out of my shorts, West let out a moan. “Fuck, you’re big and beautiful.”

His words made me bold in the moment, giving in to what I wanted. “I want to see you.”

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