Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 103552 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103552 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
I washed the stink out of my hair and thought about West and his “I love you,” and what exactly I was going to do about that. I had a few ideas, but mostly, I was winging it. As clean as I was going to get, I shut off the water and did my best to squeeze my hair dry and finger-comb it into less of a mess. Grabbing West’s soft robe off the back of the bathroom door, I went to find my guy.
I had a lot of things I wanted to say, feelings in a swirl inside me I didn’t have words for. But there were other ways to communicate than with words.
“Hey, West, can you come here for a sec?” I called from the door of his bedroom. I didn’t have to wait long. “I need you to check and make sure I got all the jail smell off me.” Tilting my head to the side, I let my hair fall down my back, baring my neck.
West didn’t hesitate. He dropped his head, running his lips from my collarbone up to the base of my jaw, nuzzling, sniffing. “You smell pretty fucking good to me,” he whispered in my ear.
“So do you,” I said, loving the spicy pine scent of the body wash I’d used clinging to his skin. The smell was richer, fuller coming from West, like the natural smell of him added something that made it irresistible, because he was irresistible.
“West,” I breathed, reaching up to frame his face in my hands, kissing him, nibbling that full lower lip, losing myself in his mouth. So good. His arms came around me, one hand closing over the curve of my ass, pulling me close. He fit me so perfectly—big enough to make me feel almost delicate, but not so big that I was overwhelmed.
He scooped me up off the floor, startling a laugh out of me before he lay me in the bed. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a man get undressed that fast. Naked, he stretched out beside me, untying the belt of the robe and peeling back the sides. Reaching up, he cupped my cheek in his hand, turning my face to his.
“I love you,” he said. “I love your spirit and your fire. I love your heart. I love that we can butt heads and figure it out later.” He brushed his lips across mine. “I love everything about you.”
I reached for him, my lips seeking his, pulling him into a kiss and then another, pulling him on top of me. He stroked my skin, his fingers memorizing every inch of me, cupping my breasts, closing around my nipples to tug and tease. I couldn’t stay still, little moans escaping my mouth, my hips rocking up, so ready for him. One of his big hands slid between my thighs, his fingertip tracing the seam of my pussy, finding me slick and ready.
I needed West, all of him, strong and naked and in my arms. He pushed up off of me for a second, opening his bedside drawer to grab a condom. I heard plastic tear, and he was there, nudging my entrance. The stretch of him was so good it sent shards of bliss straight into my brain. He filled me slowly, pulling my knees back and wide, opening me for him, hitting just the right spot. My eyes squeezed shut from the flood of sensations—his chest hair scraping my nipples, the solid heat of him against me as he moved in long, slow thrusts, pushing me higher and higher until my body closed around him in tight, heavenly pulses.
“I love you, West,” I breathed in his ear, holding on to him until I left marks in his skin with my nails. “I love you.”
His sigh of contentment reached straight into my core.
And then later, as I lay naked and draped across him, I raised up on my elbows and met his eyes. “It wasn’t just the orgasms. I love you.”
“Good to know,” he said, cupping my cheek and raising his head for a kiss. “We’re going to figure the rest of this out.”
“I hope so,” I said, tucking my head against his neck.
“We will. I promise.”
We ate leftovers and went back to bed, where I pinned him down and teased him until his impressive length was hard, then rolled on the condom and rode him until he screamed my name. I loved everything about West Garfield—his integrity, his empathy, his brain—but the sex sure as hell didn’t hurt.
I thought I could spend a week naked in bed with him and still not get enough of his body, despite the chaos of the world outside. The murdered jewelry designer. Whoever had tried to set me up. Whatever the fuck was going on with all of this. I could face it all, as long as I was with West.