Westin (The Sovereign Mountain, #2)

by Raya Morris Edwards

“What’s your name, darling?” he asks, his voice low. “Well, it’s not darling, that’s for sure,” I say.

“You’ve got a little sass to you,” he says.

“I’m Diane,” I say. “Diane Carter.” He straightens and holds out his hand. “Westin Quinn.”

didn’t think I had a type, but I know I do now. And it’s Diane Carter. Every part of her. It’s like someone lit a fire in my chest, and it just keeps growing, stoked by every second I turn our brief conversation over in my mind.

“I’m taking you out, Diane.” His voice is quiet, firm.

If I had my way, I’d pull that truck off in a private space and lift her into my lap. I’d let her unfasten my belt and take my cock out. I’d dig my hands into her soft hips and work her down onto my length.

“I hope you weren’t saving that first kiss for anyone, Miss Carter,” I say quietly. “Because I think it’s mine.”

“Are you gonna fucking say it back?” he asks softly. I bend, kissing his mouth then his chin where his short beard prickles. Then, I kiss down his chest, the salt of his sweat on my lips. His body ripples with tension as my lips brush his upper abdominals, and my nails pierce his sides. “I love you, Westin,” I whisper into his warm body, into the heart of him. “I choose you.”