Page 20 of Let Her Buck

I kiss her—hard, wild, pressing my forehead to hers as her body starts to tremble again.

“I’ve got you, darlin’,” I whisper, barely able to get the words out. “Come for me. Let go.”

She does. Hard.

Her cry echoes off the walls as her body convulses around me, milking me, dragging me over the edge right after her. I bury my face in her neck, groaning her name as I come, wave after wave crashing through me until I’m spent, shaking, and utterly fucking wrecked. We stand there a while, breathing each other in, water cooling around us, neither of us ready to move.

And I think, if this is what falling feels like, maybe I won’t fight it anymore.

Chapter Seven

Laney

I should be spent.

I should be content, but right here in this bathroom, with the steam still clinging to our skin, the water long gone cold,I want more.

“I want more,” West echoes as if he read my mind.

“Me too,” I say, blushing at the eagerness in my voice.

But West doesn’t allow me to dwell in my embarrassment for long. He wraps me up in a towel and carries me out of the bathroom like I’m something precious, his lips trailing kisses down my neck, breath warm against my ear as he whispers how good I felt around him.

In my bedroom, he lays me gently on the bed and lies beside me, one arm beneath his head, his other hand tracing lazy circles against my hip. The way he’s watching me…it’s not just lust. It’s like he’s memorizing. Mapping. Committing every inch of me to memory.

It makes me burn from the inside out.

“You’re staring,” I murmur, my voice breathless.

He doesn’t even pretend to deny it. “Can you blame me?”

My cheeks flush, but I don’t look away. “I thought you’d be tired.”

He shifts closer, lips brushing the shell of my ear. “Darlin’, I’ve got a lot of stamina for the things that matter.”

My breath catches.

He’s hard again.

His cock is thick and insistent against my thigh, and suddenly I’m aching, pulsing, every nerve in my body lighting up like fireworks.

“I want you again,” I whisper, the words escaping before I can think them through. My cheeks flame red.

I never thought I had the audacity to say such things.

West exhales sharply, like the confession punches the air out of his lungs. His eyes go dark, heavy with heat.

“You sure?” he rasps, voice hoarse and hungry. “Because if I touch you now, I’m not going to stop. Not until I’ve wrung every last moan from that sweet little mouth of yours.”

I whimper—actually whimper, because God help me, I want exactly that.

“I’m sure.”

That’s all it takes.

He moves like a man possessed, rolling over me, fitting our bodies together like a perfect puzzle. His mouth finds mine in a kiss that’s all tongue and teeth and desperate, feral need. He tastes like heat and want and everything I’ve never let myself crave until now. His hands roam over my breasts, down my sides, gripping my thighs to pull me wider for him. I archup instinctively, trying to get closer, needing the friction, the pressure, thehimof it all.

“Laney,” he growls, kissing down my neck, nipping at the sensitive skin where it meets my shoulder. “You feel like goddamn heaven.”

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