Oh, God.
My belly squeezes and then, as if the butterflies have freed themselves, a ripple of arousal shoots through my entire body from head to toe.
His lips start moving again and although I wouldn’t have thought it was possible, they grow even more demanding.
I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on from just kissing.
Ever.
We are both panting when he pulls back and whirls me around.
Facing the wall, I whirl back to look at him and grab his face, yanking him to my mouth for an earth-shaking kiss.
His fingertips slowly skim the silk of my top, stopping to thumb my nipple. The moan that escapes my throat isn’t intentional and the minute he swallows it, he turns me back around. “I want you. Now,” he growls into my ear.
I suck in a breath and then slowly exhale, as the adrenaline rush caused by his need for me races through my body.
This time I don’t turn back around.
Instead, for only the second time in my life, I allow a man to take command. Allow his rough need and tight control to take me to that place only he has taken me.
He nips the sensitive rim of my earlobe and whispers, “You’re beautiful, do you know that?”
I shake my head, uncertain of anything but how good his hands feel on my body.
“You are,” he rasps in my ear, causing a bolt of hot lust to shoot through me.
Trembling, I stand still for him as he pushes my panties down my thighs, and then goes to work on the button of his trousers.
Sensations zing through me as his knuckles brush against the soft, rounded flesh of my bottom.
And when he urges my thighs apart to make room for himself, the lace of my panties strains against the quivering muscles of my legs.
Without conscious thought, I arch my back and tilt my hips toward him.
His low, dry chuckle doesn’t mask the sound of the condom wrapper tearing. A sound that causes a ripple of arousal so great in my lower belly, I’m certain he must have heard it too.
After a beat, he settles his big hands on my hips and then lifts me up and forward at the same time, to the very tips of my toes.
I really wish I had kept my shoes on.
Keen turns my face to the side, and he kisses down my neck and back up until he meets my lips, and then he takes them in a bruising kiss.
Lost.
Lost.
I’m lost in him.
With him.
In the fine fabric of his trousers as they hit my inner thighs. In the soft brush of his white shirt as it rubs against my shoulder blades. With his lower abdomen so close to my body from leaning in to kiss me. With his hand pressed flat against my stomach. With his cock hot and hard against my bottom.
“Take me,” I moan.
“You are sure?”
“Yes.”
The five-inch difference in our heights doesn’t seem to matter in the least. Keen simply bends his knees, wraps one arm around my waist to hold me up on my toes, and braces the other next to my face.
When I lick at his fingers, I feel his body shake.
When his thick cock parts my sensitive flesh already swollen and damp with arousal, my body starts to shake too.
And then he eases himself inside me, slow, slow, slow, until his cock is completely buried in my pussy.
Heightened sensations seize me. As if on overload, he’s suddenly a part of me. His lips, his hands, his hard cock inside me, his breath, his body, him. Him. Him. I want all of him.
He goes still. “You okay?” he asks, his voice rough, strained.
“Yes,” I cry out.
With that he pulls out and drives himself inside me.
“You okay?” he asks again.
I cry out, “Harder. Faster. It’s good. God. So good.”
A rough groan eases out of him, and then he begins to thrust, deep and hard. His hand on my lower belly moving down to my clit and up to my breasts, and back down to my clit.
That’s when I forget everything.
Where we are.
Who we are.
Who I am.
What happened.
He is taking me.
Possessing me.
Owning me like no man ever has.
And I want it. Want this like I never have.
With my palms flat against the wall, I plunge myself back to meet his fast and furious thrusts.
Out of nowhere, a tingling takes over my body. With his fingers circling my clit and his cock filling me, he’s already spurring the start of an orgasm in the same way I remember he did that night.
Suddenly my heart is pounding so fast, the room is spinning for a second. When I can see straight again, I force myself to hold off my orgasm with a few deep breaths.
“So close,” he whispers, moving his hand to my hips and changing his angle to move his cock in and out of me in the most delicious way.
Still lost in him, I allow my head to tip back, and when I do, he finds my bare shoulder with his teeth, the strap having slipped down my arm long ago.
Under the sting of his bite on my skin and the brutal grip of his hands on my hips, I start to come, and not just come, but explode. It’s sensory overload and I swear I not only see the stars in the sky, but planets from another galaxy, and feel the earth shift under my feet, all at the same time.