Page 57 of Westin
“You believed that?” He pushed her back against the mattress, rising above her, one hand holding her still, the other tugging at her arm so he could see her bare breasts. “I would have taken you the second you came out of that bathroom in nothing but a towel if it hadn’t been for the fact that I knew Clint would kick my ass if I did.”
“Yeah? You’re that afraid of your boss?”
“Aren’t you?”
She thought of her boss, a bald, middle-aged paper-pusher, and nearly laughed. “I’m more afraid of the bad guys than him.”
“Well, I guess your boss wasn’t a champion bull rider in his younger years.” He grunted as she finally relaxed her arm and let him have an unobscured view of her breasts. “Being on Clint’s bad side scares the shit out of me.”
“Won’t he be mad tomorrow?”
Instead of answering, Westin buried his face between her breasts, nibbling again, pulling the same shivers through her body. Lee wrapped her body around him, tugging him against her as she ran her fingers through the thick, dark hair that covered the top of his head.
“I want you,” she said softly, uttering three words she’d never said to another man. “Now.”
He moved further up her body, capturing her lips with the same heated passion they’d shared just the night before. Was it really just a day ago? It felt like it’d been a lifetime! The passion was there, burning through them both as they moved together, exploring each other with an urgency that made her heart swell in her chest. It almost felt like it might burst if he let her go, like her life depended on him, on the feel of his hands on her body, the taste of his mouth on hers. In that moment, maybe it did. Maybe everything depended on it.
And then the heat tempered a little. Westin ran his hand over the top of her head, his fingers moving down along her jaw, drawing her lips closer to his. But he pulled back a little, staring into her eyes as he brushed his lips against hers, barely touching her, but taking her breath away. Her heart stuttered in her chest, a new ache beginning inside of her that had nothing to do with the physical ache that had been pulsing in her core from his first touch.
“You scare the shit out of me,” he said against her mouth.
She couldn’t agree more. There was something about him that set off warning bells in her head. But she couldn’t resist him any more than she could resist the food she needed to nourish her body, the water she needed to hydrate, the air she had to breathe. It was almost out of her control, almost instinctual. Like there was something bigger than the two of them drawing them together—not that she would ever say anything like that out loud. There was no explaining it, but her body knew even before her head that this man was meant to be hers.
Lee was tired of waiting for him. She caught him off guard, shoving him over so that he was the one lying on the mattress. She straddled him, tugging at the belt buckle he’d only managed to partially unhook. It was a big thing, sporting a bucking horse in a silver background. A true cowboy’s belt buckle. Her father had had half a dozen of these from his rodeo days before he married her mother. She used to admire them, staring through the glass door of the case he kept them in. And he’d loved to come and tell her the story behind each one.
She’d have to ask Westin about this one someday. But not now.
She got his jeans undone even as he ran his hands over her breasts, distracting her with the things he was doing with her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. But she wasn’t one to be denied what she wanted. She finally got his full attention when she managed to get his boxers down far enough to grasp him, to hold him in her hand and begin a slow stroke.
“Oh, hell,” he muttered, moving his hips to push down his jeans, giving her even more exposure, more space to stroke him. And then his hands were sliding over her hips, pushing at the panties she still wore. Too many clothes. She needed all these damn clothes gone! And where was that box of condoms?
Too much to think about. Her mind was beyond logical thought. She needed him inside of her, and that was all she was capable of thinking about just then. She slipped off the bed, stripped out of those panties as he struggled with his jeans, kicking off his boots and sending them flying against the far wall. She turned around, scanning the room for that little bag, but he’d taken them out and it took her fevered mind a second to recognize the little box sitting on the dresser just inside the bedroom door. She grabbed it, found him waiting for her on the bed, his arousal standing tall and proud, taking her breath away.
“Oh, boy! And they say they make everything big in Texas.”
“Texas doesn’t have anything on Colorado,” he said proudly.
She giggled as she struggled with the box, trying to remember how those little tear-tab things worked. When she couldn’t get it, she held it out to him with a frustrated whimper. He grabbed her wrist, pulling her back down on the bed beside him, kissing her almost roughly before pulling back to deal with the box himself. He managed to get it open, but tearing into the condom wrapper itself was a whole new chore.
“They should make that easier,” she mumbled as she slipped her lips over his shoulder, her hand searching for his manhood again, wanting to touch him, to feel him even if it was only in her hand. He grunted when she wrapped her small hand around his massive erection, telling her, “That doesn’t make it easier.”
“Do I drive you that crazy?”
“At the moment? Everything is making me crazy!”
She giggled again as she snatched the condom from him and managed to rip the thing open with her teeth. “Oh, hell, yeah!” he cried, taking it from her and rolling it into place before trying to pin her to the mattress. But she wasn’t going for that. She wanted to be in control.
Lee shoved him to the mattress a second time and straddled him, sliding her hands over him, squeezing gently as he cried out, moving his hips, begging for exactly what she wanted. She guided him to her as their eyes met, their gaze unbreakable as she teased him, moving him against all those places that had been begging for his attention since he walked into the bedroom. She ached so deeply, so painfully, that it was excruciating to deprive herself a second longer. But she liked the desperation she saw in his eyes. No one had ever wanted her quite like that.
He sat up and kissed her, a thorough kiss that reminded her of a movie she saw once where a man told a new love that every woman should be kissed thoroughly every day of her life. She’d thought it was a cheesy line in an equally cheesy movie. But now? If he kissed her like this every day for the rest of her life, she’d never leave the house again, but she’d be the most content woman in the world!
“Quit teasing,” he whispered against her mouth as he gripped her ass and pulled her hips up a little higher, trying to force her to give him what he wanted.
“What will you do if I don’t?”
He groaned so intensely she could feel it in her core. “I’ll turn into a pathetic little boy, begging for what I want.”
“That might be worth seeing.”