How West Was Won (Haven, Texas 7)

He cursed savagely. “Of course you were gonna be tight. It was up to him to work you into a state until you were prepared to take him. Selfish bastard.”

He started to slowly push his finger in and out of her passage. Then he added another. She tensed, waiting for pain, but she was so aroused there was none.

“That’s it, just relax for me. Be a good girl and relax. You’re gonna come for me, aren’t you, baby girl? You’re gonna come all over my hand. You like my fingers inside you, don’t you?”

He’d moved his leg away so she could roll her hips.

“Christ, I think you’d come just from this, wouldn’t you? Without me even touching your clit. How the hell did he fail to make you come? You’re so fucking responsive.”

“Just for you, it wasn’t like this with him.”

“Thank fuck for that.” He moved away from her, sliding his fingers out of her pussy and she let out a little whimper. But he made a soothing noise as he rolled her onto her back. He pushed the covers back, then reached over and switched on the bedside lamp. She studied him. He couldn’t possibly be real. Smooth skin was stretched over firm muscles that bunched as he moved. How could he possibly want her? He leaned over her, resting his hands on either side of her head as he kissed her. A soft kiss, that made her lips tingle and then burn as he deepened it, sliding his tongue inside to tease hers. Then he slowly made his way down her body, kissing and licking and sucking.

“Offer me your breast, Flick.” It was a command, pure and simple. She reached up with her good hand, cupping her small breast and offering it to him. He leaned in and took her nipple into his mouth, sucking strongly.

Her clit throbbed in time with each pull of his mouth. When he released the tight bud, she let out a whimper of protest. He grinned down at her. “I think you’d like my mouth sucking on something else right now.” Confusion filled her until he started kissing down her stomach. He settled himself between her thighs, pulling them up so her legs rested over his shoulders.

He wouldn’t . . . was he going to . . . oh, hell! She let out a cry as he latched onto her clit with his mouth. It was like nothing she’d ever felt before. Brian had barely touched her with his fingers, he hadn’t even indicated a desire to go near her with his mouth. She’d wondered if all the stories were exaggerated about how men liked to use their mouths down there. But the way West ate at her, using his tongue to flick at her clit then lick her labia before he thrust it deep into her passage, she thought maybe they hadn’t been.

“West! West, please!”

He drew back from her and glanced up at her. “What do you want, baby girl?”

Her breath was panting in and out of her, her heart racing. “I want to come.”

A wicked smile crossed his mouth. “Then ask me. Nicely.”

Maybe she should have been embarrassed at that command, but in that moment, all she could think about was him making her come.

“Please, please, make me come, Sir.”

“With pleasure, baby girl.”

His mouth returned to her pussy and he thrust two fingers into her passage and a cry escaped her. Her orgasm started small then exploded, her breath catching for a moment, then, she screamed as she fell over the edge.

When she came back to reality, he was lying next to her, his hand cupping her pussy. It was possessive, totally caveman.

And she loved it.

“West,” she breathed out.

“I’m here, baby.”

“I didn’t think it could be like that. In real life.”

He grinned, leaning up on one elbow. “Fuck, baby, you came apart in my arms. It was glorious.”

She sent him a small smile. Then she realized there was something hard pressed to her thigh. Oh, hell, what an ingrate she was, just lying there after he’d given her something so spectacular.

Way to be a selfish lover, Flick.

She tried to reach for him but her bad shoulder was closest to his body and she couldn’t roll onto her side.

“I want to touch you, can I?” Hope filled her, and she licked her lips. Nothing she wanted more than to take him into her mouth, to taste him and to feel him.

He cupped the side of her face with his hand, as he liked to do, and, leaning in, kissed her. She tasted herself on his tongue. It was a little odd but not unpleasant.

“Tonight was for you, baby girl. To help you sleep.”