“It was Brian.”
His hand stilled. He had her panties completely off by now and had been working his hand back up her inner thigh. “That bastard.”
“Yeah.”
“So he wasn’t fucking good to you?”
“It was all right.”
“He was a crap lay,” West said roughly. He sat up, and dragged her T-shirt up over her head. Then he rolled her over, and lay on his side behind her, pressing her back against his hard body. Grabbing her leg, he pulled it back over his, opening her to his touch. He reached around and ran his fingertips over her mound. She was glad she’d shaved herself yesterday.
“I like this bare. Keep it that way.”
Another tremble. She was going to ignore the fact she’d be gone tomorrow. For tonight, she was going to imagine she was his.
Forever.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Hmm, never been into BDSM like Alec. But I do like hearing you call me Sir. You can do that when we’re fucking.”
All right, then. Wasn’t much he could say she’d argue about as his finger slid along her slick lips.
“When I’m making love to you, though, I’m West.”
Oh, crap. Christ. He was going to make her cry. She didn’t want to cry. Then he might stop. And he couldn’t stop.
“Fuck, you’re wet. This all for me?”
Who else would it be for?
“Yes, Sir.”
“Yeah, that’s right. It’s all for me. My baby girl needs me. Needs me to show her what a good finger fucking feels like. How a man really treats a woman in his bed. The woman he loves.”
Oh, God. She was on fire already. She knew it wouldn’t take much to have her falling over the edge into bliss. He slowly circled her clit.
“How many times did you sleep with him?” he asked.
Oh, no. Not back to that.
He stilled his movements and she got the message, loud and clear. He wouldn’t start back again until she answered him.
“Just once.”
He moved his finger down. Lower, lower, until he circled her entrance. She gasped, pushed her ass back into his cock. She needed him so badly.
“How many times did he make you come?” he asked as he slid his finger inside her slick passage.
She groaned. Holy shit.
“Sunshine? How many times did he make you come?” His finger was still. Claiming her. It burned her from the inside out. She tried to move, to thrust her hips, but he pushed his thigh up high between her legs. “Answer me.”
“None!”
He stilled. “That motherfucker. It was your first time and he didn’t make it good for you.”
“Um, I, I don’t think it was ever going to be that good. I was too tight, he said, and it was just . . . painful and humiliating.”