Bedwrecker(62)

Keen whirls me around. “Tell me I’m wrong.”

I breathe in.

I breathe out.

“I can’t.”

Our eyes lock, and it’s right then that he takes hold of the back of my neck and brings my mouth to his in the most passionate way. His straining cock pushes against the denim of my jeans and I can’t help myself. “Oh, God, can you please get the door open?”

Keen shudders. Opens his eyes. Leans back. Licks his lips. Blinks.

I hold my breath.

And then that very annoying smirk crosses his lips. He cups his ear. “What did you say?”

I say nothing.

He doesn’t move.

What is this—a game of chicken?

I still say nothing.

When he leans toward me smelling so good, I think I might lose my mind.

I stare at him and breathe him in.

He’s still cupping his ear. “I can’t hear you.”

“Please,” I say at last. “Please . . .”

He has my keys in his hands before I can finish asking him nicely, and he has my door unlocked with the both of us standing on the other side before I catch my breath.

In less than three quick movements, he closes the door and locks it, then turns around and actually takes a minute to look around. “This place is really fantastic.”

My imagination is running wild and although I know it, I can’t seem to stop it. I imagine Keen and me naked in the forty-eight-foot saltwater pool fucking, me leaning back on the tiered platform stairs to the kitchen and his face buried in my pussy, him clinging to the tile of the ultra-secluded master bathroom, which opens to a private courtyard. “It is. My mother did a fantastic job. She has an eye for design.”

The staircase is within my sight. And it leads to the loft, which leads to my bedroom. Feeling a little desperate for him, I take his hand and tug him along. My room overlooks the Hollywood Hills and the pool. It’s the only view that comes close to comparing to that of the ocean.

Curling my fingers around his, I can feel his rough calluses and remember instantly how good they feel against my body, and can’t wait to be naked with him.

We walk, me leading him.

Him following.

After a step or two, his lips brush my earlobe. His breath is so intense it pushes at a few stray tendrils of my hair. And that’s all it takes for my entire body to light up like a million shining stars. His presence, plain and simple, drives me wild—into a frenzy of need that only he can make me feel.

Just before hitting the landing, I turn around and look at him. My shudder of breath echoes in the loft space and my lips barely move as I whisper to him how I feel. “I want you, Keen, and I think you should know, you were getting in my pants even if I hated the restaurant, which I absolutely loved by the way.”

Looking rather smug, Keen doesn’t waste any time with words. He moves against me so there is nothing for me to do but let his mouth press to mine. The kiss is short and sweet, so unlike his usual kisses, and then he breaks away, eyes closed, not moving more than a breath from me. Close enough that I can see the fringe of his dark lashes.

His hands move over my breast, belly, hips. One centers on my lower back as the other cups the back of my neck. His tongue, seeking mine again, strokes me.

I don’t have time to count even a heartbeat before he is kissing me again, harder, rougher, more intense. This time as my mouth opens, I slide my hands up and over his firm chest to link behind his neck.

We kiss until we are breathless, and once neither of us can breathe, he whispers in my ear, “I think you should know, the things I want to do to you have only multiplied since last night.”

I swallow, my pulse racing. “Tell me.”

He steps around me, leaving me, and finishes leading us up to the landing. Over his shoulder, he casually tosses, “I’m going to rub the head of my cock back and forth over your clit until you’re dripping wet for me.”

I can’t move. I’m under his spell. I grip the railing for stability, although I know he’d never let me fall.

And then with a slight tug, I’m up against his hard body on the top of the landing and he’s breathing more hot, filthy words against my ear. “Back and forth, so slow it drives you crazy. I’m going to tease you until you beg me to fuck you.”

With a slight step back, I bite my lip and ease us toward my bedroom. “I don’t beg.”

He takes my hand and puts it on the front of his jeans. On his cock, thick and hard beneath the denim, and oh, God, I think I just might beg.

His gruff voice breathes into the darkness. “Did you receive the text I sent you earlier?”

My eyes dart to my purse at the bottom of the stairs where my phone is. He could easily pull it out and look. “I did.”