Westin (The Sovereign Mountain, #2)

by Raya Morris Edwards

All I know is, I can’t be too much, too soon. But, God, I want to be. I want this woman with every fiber of my being.

When did I get so bold?

“I want to touch every place on your body that makes you feel good, darling.”

I listen to every word she says. I get the feeling I’m the first man who has.

I’d do a lot to be looked at like this forever.

Nothing can express what I felt being so close but so far. I can fuck her body for hours, but I really want to fuck her soul.

She smells like my wife.

He runs a hand over his face. “Fuck, girl, I could drink you neat.”

“I have a few things to tie up tonight,” I say. “Then I’ll be back to tie you up.”

“You happy?” he asks, voice low.