How West Was Won (Haven, Texas 7)

He kissed her lightly. “Forgive me? I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

“How?”

He turned her so her back rested against his front. Her legs dropped so they lay on either side of his. He spread his legs wide and reached around to cup her breasts. She groaned, arching into his touch.

“By giving you as many orgasms as you desire.”

He dropped one hand to her slick lips. He teased her clit, bringing her to a hard and fast orgasm. Shudders rocked her body, and he had to turn her and lay her on the bed so she didn’t jolt around too much. He kissed his way down her body, paying particular attention to her breasts, suckling on her nipples. Then he moved lower, down her soft tummy, until he lay between her legs.

This time, he took her up slower, played with her, used light flicks of his tongue against what he knew had to be a sensitive clit.

When she came, her body arched, her breath hitching, and her groans grew louder.

Fuck, that was a beautiful sight.

He reached over, grabbed a condom from his bag next to the bed. He rolled it on as he knelt between her open legs.

She stared up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, the smile on her face held a wealth of satisfaction.

“My baby feels better now?” He leaned in and kissed her before she could answer him.

“Oh, yes, Sir,” she muttered as he kissed along her jaw.

He shook his head. “Not Sir, West.”

He could see she didn’t understand for moment, then her eyes lit up. The smile on her face grew bigger.

“Yes, West.”

He kissed her again. Long and slow and sweet. And then he proceeded to make love to her.

17

She came awake as something jolted her. She blinked through the dark, barely able to make out West’s features. But she could feel his hand grasping her arm firmly.

“West?”

“Someone’s here,” he said in a harsh voice. “Get my T-shirt on then wait here. Do not move from here. Understand me? No matter what, stay here for me.”

As he quietly left the room, she pulled her shirt on, ignoring the twinge in her shoulder as she moved too fast. It was feeling a lot better, West made sure she did as little as possible with it, but it was still a bit tender.

She sat on the bed, unsure what to do. She heard a scuffling noise then the sound of a gun being fired. She gasped and stood.

West!

“Felicity!” a voice barked.

Her stomach dropped. Where was West? He wouldn’t want her to move. She stood and paced slightly.

“Felicity! Get out here now! Or I shoot your man.”

Oh, God! Snake had West? Without giving it another thought, she raced to the door and opened it. The moon was bright, providing enough light for her to see Snake standing several feet away. He held onto West’s upper arm and had a gun pointed right at his head.

“Get back inside now, Flick!” West snapped at her.

Was he insane? She couldn’t leave him. Snake had a gun on him!

“Let him go!” she demanded fiercely. Her heart raced. West couldn’t die. She wouldn’t allow that to happen. She couldn’t live without him.