Page 60 of Embracing the Beat
MICHAELA
Oh. My. God.
All I can feel is West. He’s in me, around me, everywhere.
I’ve never experienced anything like this. The nerves when I made my choice, waiting for him to follow through, all of it dulls in comparison to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through my body as his tongue swipes one final time against my clit. I shudder, drawing my shaky knees together when he scrambles from the bed and undresses.
I turn my head to watch him. Sculpted shoulders taper down to his toned chest and abs. His dick juts out from his body toward me.
He grabs a foil packet from his drawer, and he turns to face me as he rolls it on, a hot smirk firmly set on his mouth.
“On your knees, baby.”
I don’t think, don’t question, just shift to my hands and knees on the bed.
The bed dips as he lowers one knee and then the next, his body heat radiating as he drapes himself over me. His hands find my breasts, kneading, before his fingers pluck at the nipples. I bump my hips back, searching for him.
“Are you ready for me?” One of his hands cups my pussy, and he growls his approval. “Fuck, yes, you are.”
He shifts, nudging my entrance, moving inch by inch until his hips tap mine.
“You feel so fucking good.” Each word is broken with the press of his lips against my spine, even as his hips retreat. I can’t stop my whimper at his absence.
“West.” I need him. Need to be filled by him.
With a snap of his hips, he buries himself to the hilt, building a rhythm as he repeats the motion. He reaches, tracing my clit with a finger once more, and the pressure builds as he speeds up. The sound of skin slapping against skin mixes with our moans.
“I need you to come for me,” he growls before sinking his teeth into the tattoo on my shoulder, driving his hips forward and pressing against my clit.
Every single nerve lights in a flurry of fireworks behind my eyes as the orgasm rushes over me, pulling me under or untethering me from the earth, I don’t know which. All I’m aware of, all I recognize, is the man who stills inside me, pouring himself into the condom as he works through his own release.
Exhausted, we collapse on the bed, his arms tugging me to his chest as soon as he rids himself of the condom. His lips find my shoulder again, pressing several kisses against the skin there before he speaks.
“I’m done.”
“I should hope so.” I smile sleepily, and he squeezes me.
“Brat. I meant I don’t want to fight how attracted I am to you.”
“Why do you have to?” I ask, craning my neck to meet his eyes over my shoulder.
“I’m seven years older than you.”
“So?”
“So, people will talk.”
“Not the first time for me. Besides, seven years isn’t a lot.”
“Sawyer’s going to kick my ass.”
I wrinkle my nose. “We don’t need to tell Sawyer. You said yourself he’s on a job right now.”
“I’m going to tell him, Michaela. You’re not some dirty little secret for me. I want the world to know you’re mine.”
Rotating slightly, I bring my hand up to his head, pulling down to claim his lips with mine.
“How do you know exactly what to say when I need to hear it?”
