How West Was Won (Haven, Texas 7)

stop him from doing anything. She leaned in and lightly kissed the scar.

“It doesn’t hurt anymore, baby.”

“I know,” she whispered. “I just wish I could make it all better.” She pulled back and gave him a smile. “I . . . I don’t really know what I’m doing.”

His gaze lit with a deep, burning hunger, and a sexy smile crossed his lips. “Then I can teach you exactly what I like, can’t I?”

Her breath hitched at the dark promise in his voice. “Place your good hand on my thigh for balance. Then lean in and take the head into your mouth.”

She did as ordered and placed her mouth just around the tip of him.

“Good girl.”

Fuck. Those two words had her pussy clenching again. How had that spectacular orgasm she’d just had not been enough? She wanted more.

Holy hell.

“Look up at me. That’s it. I want to see that gorgeous face while you’re sucking me off. Attention on me,” he said sternly.

She raised her eyes up to meet his immediately. And that added a whole other level to the emotions and need rioting through her.

“That’s better. Where’d you mind just go?”

She shrugged then winced slightly. Crap. That was a mistake. He drew his cock from her lips, and she gave a murmur of protest. She didn’t want to stop.

“You don’t wanna tell me?”

“No,” she said honestly.

“Guess I’m gonna have to work harder to calm your mind then, huh?”

Calm her mind? Nothing ever calmed her mind. She was always thinking. Still, if he thought he could . . .

“Is your shoulder hurting you?”

“No, I just moved it without thinking.”

Please don’t make me stop. Please don’t make me stop.

“If your shoulder starts hurting at any time, if you feel uncomfortable or sick, you’re to stop, understand?”

“Yes.” She was grateful his protective instinct wasn’t going into overdrive and forcing her to stop.

His gaze warmed. He traced a finger down one cheek, under her chin and up the other cheek. It was gentle. Sweet. Not something she was used to from him.

“So fucking gorgeous.”

She lowered her gaze. “You don’t have to say that.”

“Eyes to mine.”

Her gaze jumped to his. “I know I don’t have to. I don’t say shit because I have to. I say it ’cause I want to. ’Cause I mean it.”

“But I’m not gorgeous. You are. Look at you, you’re so far out of my league, I don’t even know what I was thinking.”

Her voice trailed off as thunder filled his face. “Come again?”

“Come on, West. I’m passable at best. My boobs are too small, I’ve got no curves, I don’t have a clue how to use makeup, the most I can do with my hair is pull it back into a ponytail. I’m average.”