How beautiful she looks lying beneath me, that one hand still curled in my hair, nails of the other digging into my lower back.
I pick up speed, gliding in and out easily because she’s so wet.
For me.
I know that’s how it works. You make out, a little foreplay, turn each other on, and fuck. Our bodies know what to do.
But this is more than that.
I’ve been around the block enough times to know when something is special. Important.
God dammit.
Chapter
Eighteen
Serena
My orgasm sneaks up on me. One minute he’s pounding into me and I’m just waiting for him to get off so we can go again because it usually takes me a long time to get off during missionary intercourse. Then, out of nowhere, he bites my neck, angles his cock to hit a magic spot deep inside me, and pleasure practically bursts out of me.
“West! Oh God, yes yes yes!” I shriek his name, bucking and thrashing just like I had when he went down on me.
That’s never happened before.
“Holy fuck.” My soul left my body again, no doubt about that. I couldn’t tell you my name right now if you offered me a million dollars.
There’s nothing but him.
West fucking McGregor.
A man as cautious as I am about dating.
And yet…there’s no mistaking how badly I want him. Not just his incredibly skilled body or the sweetness of his lips or even that deep voice that makes me shiver. No, I want more.
I want him.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I am not in a position to fall for this guy.
It’s been three days.
That’s not who I am.
“Jesus, angel.” He’s breathing hard, head buried in my shoulder.
“You chased my soul away again,” I murmur, stroking his hair.
“Uh huh.”
He’s pulling away emotionally.
I can feel it.
Just like Tony did that last night when?—
Oh, hell no. I’m not going to think about himnow. Even if I never see West again, I’m going to enjoy this moment.