Au contraire.Everythingabout this man, every mundane little detail from what he wears to sleep at night to the brand of his toothpaste, is fascinating to me. I want to stuff myself full with Lord Westmore trivia. I want togorgeon him.
“Wait. What’s your first name?” The thought strikes me like a thunderbolt: I don’t know this man’s full name. I must have read it at some point, but I can’t remember. The toothpaste brand can wait—how can I really not knowthat?
West sighs and scrapes one hand down his face. “Humphrey.”
A laugh blooms in my chest, but I fight to keep it trapped. “Oh my god. Humphrey.”
“Lord Humphrey Percival Westmore the Third, to be exact.”
He doffs an imaginary hat, and it’s no use. The laugh explodes out of me, echoing around the messy bedroom.
“Yes, yes.” West doesn’t look offended as he shepherds me toward the en suite bathroom. “My name is ridiculous. You are correct.”
“Well, if we ever have a son, there’s no way we’re naming himHumphrey.I don’t care if he would be the fourth.”
I’m still giggling, but West stiffens behind me, his hand twitching against my back. When I glance around, his gaze on me is molten.
Heat flares to life in my belly, throbbing and sensuous. My nipples harden beneath my layers of winter clothes, and my cheeks flush. I’m suddenly so, so aware of his hand against my back, that small point of contact scorching me through the fabric.
“Go on,” West grates out. He jerks his chin at the doorway. “The shower is big enough for both of us. We need to warm up.”
Heneeds to warm up, sure.
But all I need right now is the tickle of West’s callused palms against my bare skin, and his shaky breaths in my ear, and the feeling of him finally,finally, pressing inside me.
Eleven
West
Kissing Maddy in the shower is like trying to wrangle a sexy, wet octopus. She’s all hands, raking her nails down my chest and reaching around to squeeze my arse. She cups the sides of my neck, then cards her fingers through my soaked hair. Every part of me gets grabbed and cataloged, like she’s making sure I’m really here. All present and correct, crowding her against the tiles and kissing her until we’re both light-headed from steam.
Minutes later, we both tumble onto my bed, our bodies still damp and freshly scrubbed. My aching thigh throbs with relief after standing for hours and hours in the cold, the muscle spasming as I crawl on top of Maddy’s perfect bare body.
She’s warm and soft, her skin flushed pink from the heat. As my hard chest meets the pillowy swell of her breasts, sheer bliss swirls through my insides.
“Quick,” Maddy says, twining her arms around my neck. “Quick, quick, quick. I can’t wait a second longer.”
Her legs part, knees coming up to bracket my waist. We’re sealed together now, my shaft pressed against the slick heat of her core. So slippery and tight, beckoning to me to tilt my hips andthrust—
“We can’t rush.” My words are strained, and they’re as much a reminder for me as for her. “It’s your first time. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Not again. Never again.
But Maddy wails with frustration, jamming a hand between us to rub at her own clit. When she pulls that same hand back, her fingers are glossy with arousal.
“See this?” she demands.
Lunging down, I catch those fingers in my mouth, moaning at the taste. My heart pounds in my chest, and heat crackles through my veins.
“I don’t want to be careful. I don’t want to go slow.” Maddy sucks in a shuddering breath, then spears me with the sternest expression her sweet face is capable of. “I want you to fuck menow, Lord Westmore. Make me yours. Please, I’ve thought about this so many times.”
Christ.
So have I.
And I’m a weak man, because already I’m giving in, notching the head of my cock at her entrance. Already my muscles are taut, ready tomove.
But first, I make one final bid for restraint.
