And for some reason, I do.
I shouldn’t, especially not after my experience with Joey’s father, but I do.
So, I move around until my knees are on either side of his hips and my core is settled firmly against his incredibly hard erection. His expression is that of a man who’s satisfied, even though he can’t possibly be.
Can he?
“Now rock yourself home, angel,” he whispers, settling his hands on my ass.
“But…what about you?” I ask.
“This is exactly what I want. No matter what the circumstances, my woman always gets off first.”
My woman.
I’m not his. Not even close.
Hell, this is essentially the snowed-in version of a glorified one-night stand. And yet, hearing him call me his woman makes the spot between my legs clench with arousal. Need. Excitement. Rubbing against him is so simple. So one-sided. But there’s no doubt he wants it as much as I do.
I lean forward, inviting him to kiss me, and he does. Our mouths move together easily, and I’m already comfortable with the cadence of his moves. I know just how his tongue is going to curl with mine—and how to reciprocate. If he’s going to get me off fully clothed, I’m going to do my best to make him feel good too.
This time I’m the one nipping at his bottom lip. Even as I grind my core against him, his cock settled between my legs, I drag my teeth lightly down his throat until I’m past his beard, so I can suck on the skin there. He moans, fingers tightening on my ass, holdingme closer. His head falls back and I lick his Adam’s apple, sucking on it for a moment before sliding left and up toward his ear.
I tug at the lobe and then suckle the soft skin behind it. I know he’s enjoying it because his hips have started to move, and his breath is choppy. Much like mine. It’s hard to concentrate with the incredible pressure between my legs. It’s like he knows exactly how to position himself for maximum pleasure and my body responds.
“Fuck, angel, that’s nice.”
Our bodies are grinding together now. His hips come up a few inches, I use mine to press down, and the friction is amazing. I rock forward, letting the pressure build as he pushes into my clit. Normally, I need more direct stimulation, but being like this with West is different.
“We’re about to make a mess, angel,” he growls.
I move a little faster, rubbing and grinding and wiggling, searching for the exact combination of motion and pressure to get me where I want to go.
“Just like that.”
My orgasm hits me out of nowhere and I bury my head in the crook of his shoulder to drown out my cries. To my shock, I feel him jerk and a low moan comes from deep in his chest as he pumps against me a few more times.
“Holy shit,” I pant.
“Damn, Serena. That was amazing.” His arms close around me and he pulls me tight to his chest, pressing light kisses on my temple.
“Did you get off?” I mumble.
“Well, yeah. I have this gorgeous woman on my lap—what did you think would happen?”
In my experience, men need a lot more direct stimulation to come. Apparently, all West needs is…me?
“I figured you’d need me to blow you or something.”
He snorts. “Whatever. I mean, I’ll never say no if you want to, but that’s not a need—that’s a bonus.”
Chapter
Nine
West
Dry humping during an ice storm wasn’t on this year’s bingo card, but I wouldn’t change a single thing about this night. Or even the last twenty-four hours or so. I’m not sure what happened, because she’s right—it usually takes a bit more to get me off.