Page 65 of Uncharted Desires
But she found her resolve. “That’s just it. If it’s not Gia, it’s going to be some other woman, and I just can’t stack up to them. I know I can’t.”
He took a step toward her, but she backed away and he stopped his advance. “Kat . . .” Her name on his lips was like a prayer. “Is that what’s been bothering you?”
She bit her lip, holding back the tears. He looked so lost, so hurt. How could he not realize that he would eventually break her heart?
“We’re off the island now. Penny for your thoughts?” he whispered. His hand flexed at his sides. “Don’t hide from me.”
Could she open up to him? She owed him at least a piece of herself.
“Just look at you.” She waved her hand up and down his body. “You’re like a Greek god. You’re Weston fucking Monroe, and I’m just . . . me. The girl you left in that hallway.” She gave a self-deprecating laugh. “I can’t spend the rest of my life comparing myself to every gorgeous woman who comes near you. I’ll never measure up.”
He took a step closer to her, his hand finding hers. His touch sent shivers through her body. “And why would you? In my eyes, none of them will ever measure up to you.”
Her breath hitched as he raised her fingers to his lips and kissed each one. “You don’t mean that, West, you’ll change your mind.” He was standing over her, his fiery gaze burned into her soul, and her skin prickled in anticipation.
“Katrina Nicole Brooks,” he whispered, his lips inches from hers. “Tonight I’m going to show you over and over again how much I desire you and only you, because you are the most gorgeous, selfless, resilient woman I have ever known.”
Before she could respond, he claimed her mouth with a passionate kiss, making her feel weak in the knees and desperate for more. His hands drifted over her body, exploring every curve and valley as if they had all the time in the world.
Kat couldn’t even protest, her arms wrapped around his neck, her fingers digging into his hair. He groaned into her mouth, and she moaned as his hands moved down her back to the zipper. The sound of it slowly being undone left her panting, and she felt the heat of his hand against each inch of skin he revealed. As he removed one shoulder strap, his lips trailed kisses down her neck to her shoulder, where he nibbled at the sensitive area. The other strap soon followed, and her dress slithered down her body until it was a pool at her feet.
West stepped back, his eyes hungrily devouring her exposed body. His voice rumbled, low and controlled. “Are you telling me that all night long you haven’t been wearing panties?” Her body shivered in response.
Kat fought the urge to shield her body from his scorching gaze, but before she could act, he seized her wrists, desire pulsing through his eyes.
“I didn’t have any that worked with my dress,” she said.
A moan of pleasure broke through West’s lips as he gripped her ass cheeks firmly. “God . . . if I’d known earlier I would’ve taken you out in the middle of dinner, bent you over a table, and fucked you right there on the restaurant balcony.”
Her whole body sang just thinking about his dirty words. The music, which had been silent for so long, was now a passionate symphony pulsing through her. Instead of letting her step out of her dress, he cradled her frame in his muscular arms and lifted her effortlessly from the ground. His lips caressed hers as he walked them both to the bed. He went to lay her down.
“Wait.”
He blinked twice, coming out of a haze.
She stood at the edge of the bed, her eyes burning with passion as she whispered, “I’ve been wanting to take this off you all night.” Her hands moved inside his jacket, her fingertips grazing against the soft fabric of his dress shirt. With one smooth movement, she moved her hands up his chest, under the jacket, and slipped it down his arms letting it tumble to the floor behind him. His shirt still hung untucked from earlier, but it was buttoned again.
He locked eyes with her, and she was overcome with longing. There was an unmistakable look of pure desire on his face, making her feel more beautiful and sensual than ever.
Her hands trembled as she undid each of his buttons, agonizingly slow. Her retribution for all the times he’d played with her. When the last button released its grip, she moved her hands up his bare chest, his warmth washing over her and making her feel intoxicated. With one motion, she pushed his shirt off his strong shoulders. A gasp of excitement escaped her as she felt each powerful muscle twitch under her fingertips. He was hers tonight. There were plenty of women who would love to be in her position, and yet tonight he chose her.
He grabbed her with an urgency that made her gasp, and she felt his hardness pressing against her as she allowed him to lift her in the air. His hands moved from her back, unhooking her strapless bra and letting it fall to the floor. Her bare breasts fell into his hands, and he pressed them together, soaking up their warmth with his hands. He growled. “I’m going to ravage you so hard tonight, Kat. I’m going to make you scream out my name until the sun rises, when you’ll be begging me to take you even harder.”
Her eyes widened. “What about the press event?”
His eyes flashed as he lifted her off her feet, laying her on the bed. “I moved it to the morning.”
She laughed as he began his descent down her body, worshipping every inch of her skin with his mouth. “Did you really?”
“Of course. I’m Weston Monroe—I do what I want.” His eyes sparkled as he moved to her chest.
His tongue circled each breast before blowing a hot gust of air across her dusky nipple, driving her wild.
“West,” she cried, begging him for more.
He rewarded her with his mouth, devouring the distended peak as she screamed in pleasure and her body jolted with uncontrollable spasms. His other hand coiled tightly around her other breast, squeezing harshly until delicious pleasure shot to her core. His knee wedged forcefully between her legs, and she pressed down onto it desperately searching for an elusive release.
“Uh-uh, not yet,” he murmured darkly as he moved his leg away. Kat whimpered in frustration. West seemed to be savoring every moment of torturing her, delighting wickedly in her discomfort.