Page 65 of From West, With Regret

I don’t know when, but at some point the car stops, and Alden’s door is slamming shut, leaving us alone.

“You almost killed that man,” I pant against West’s mouth.

“I did and it would have been worth it.” His voice is dark and full of unwavering conviction.

The scruff lining his jaw grates against my skin, sending electricity shooting straight between my legs. I know I’m already dripping wet for him. I rock my hips against his hardened length, straining against the zipper of his pants. It twitches beneath me, begging to be set free.

West groans as he squeezes my ass before sliding his hands up my back. “You have no idea what I would do to protect you, London.” His hand stops at the base of my neck, and he pulls me down to look at him. “You make me feel something no one else ever has.”

I feel his words. Feel them to my core. Suddenly everything makes sense. In my heart and deep in my bones, I know noteverythingmakes sense—my memories are still a jumbled mess—but some puzzle pieces click together seamlessly.

I’m tired of holding back the way I feel in fear of what all of it means, so I give in to my feelings for him, trusting my fragile heart.

“Same for me.” I kiss him. “Every day, I wake up looking forward to seeing you.” I kiss him again. “My heart jumps at the thought of what you might be feeling for me, too.”

“Then, why have you been running away?”

I rock my hips. “I haven’t been running away. I’ve been right here all along.” I tell him, pressing my palms against his thick neck. The tips of my fingers slide across the silver chain, and I fight the urge to pull it up and finally see the charm for myself. “I’ve just been afraid to step off the edge of the cliff.”

He tucks my hair behind my ear and presses his finger to my cheek. “Oh, baby, we’re already driving over a thousand miles an hour off this cliff.”

The corner of my mouth lifts, but West is quickto catch it. My hands are soon in his thick, dark hair, and I roll my hips against him once more.

West claws at my back as he tears the dress from my body, ripping the fabric.

“This dress isn’t mine.” I stifle a giggle, my skin buzzing with heated anticipation. “I was only borrowing it from Julianna.”

“I’ll pay her back for it.”

I laugh and tilt my head back, sinking into this feeling with West. “She’ll hold you to it.”

My now-torn dress pools around my waist. The warm air hits my breasts, and I’m already tingling under West’s touch. My nipples harden into two peaks as he pinches them between his fingers. I hiss as his hands explore my body. Steam coats the windows, blocking what view we have. Thankfully, the car windows are tinted, nearly black.

I have no fucking clue where we are. Are we at West’s place? Are we even still in the city?

“I want to finish what we started yesterday.” He growls.

My thighs quiver with painstaking need. I’m already past the point of wondering if this is what I want. Despite the fear I have in not knowing if my dreams of West are somehow reality, I know what I’m feeling isn’t wrong. I’m tired of convincing myself it is.

I need to trust myself. I need to trust that this feels right in a way it never has before with anyone else I’ve been with.

“Tell me where you want me,” he begs, heat searing his kind blue eyes. It’s amazing how they transform for every situation. They’re kind when they want to be, protective when they need to be, and now completely under my spell.

I smirk, a firecracker sparking to life inside my chest. I grab his hand and place it over my cheek, all the while continuing to roll my hips over his hard-as-stone cock. Every few breaths, he lets out an impatient growl.

“Here,” I whisper.

The corners of his beautiful mouth twitch, and his hungry eyes fall to my cheek. He places his lips gently to my cheek, and I hold my breath as he pulls away.

I move our hands, placing the tips of his fingers over my collarbone. I roll my hips again. “And here.”

He follows my lead, and his mouth presses against my skin with a little more pressure. With a deeper hunger.

I trail his fingers down and over the swell of my breasts, dragging them over one nipple, then the next. “Here,” I breathe.

Sticking his tongue out, he laps it around the tightened bud. I squeeze my thighs around him, whimpering with the sensation. Heat pools in my belly, and I know I won’t last long like this.

“Fuck,” I breathe out. “Your mouth feels so good.”

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