Page 18 of Rescuing His Forever

I kiss her forehead, cheeks, and nose. Anywhere and everywhere I can reach. I feel her smile, that damn dimple popping out. I kiss it too.

Maybe we don’t need the right words. Maybe we just need each other.

I tuck her head back into my chest and hold her, wanting this perfect moment to last forever.

Chapter 8

Roxy

“Morning,” a deep voice says, pulling me from the most blissful slumber. My eyes are still closed, but I smile when I feel Keaton’s beard tickling my neck before he kisses me there.

“Morning,” I whisper, my voice raspy from sleep. Oh, and probably from all the screaming I did last night. My smile grows wicked at the memory, and I know Keaton sees it when he groans.

When I open my eyes, I see my incredibly gorgeous, totally ripped, and completely naked bodyguard leaning over me, his eyes burning with lust.

I lean up, meeting him halfway for a kiss. Keaton breathes me in as he consumes me, each stroke of his tongue winding me up tighter and tighter. When we break apart, Keaton gets off the bed, causing me to furrow my brow in confusion.

“A shower will feel good,” he says, confusing me further. “Together,” he clarifies.

I take his outstretched hand and let him pull me up off the bed and into his arms.

“Can we both fit in there?” I ask, doubting the size of the shower stall.

“I guess we’ll find out.”

Before I can say anything else, Keaton dips his head and presses his lips to mine. His kiss is explosive, our tongues warring for control as his hands stroke my body up and down. He cups my ass and lifts me, walking us toward the shower, never breaking the kiss.

Only when Keaton sets me down do we come up for air. He leans over me, turning on the water and ensuring it’s warm enough.

“I missed you,” he says, turning back to me. “Missed these lips.” He kisses me again, short and sweet. “Missed your skin.” He kisses across my jaw, down my neck, over my collarbone. “Missed these perfect breasts.” He sucks one of my breasts in his mouth while flicking the nipple on my other breast with his thumb. Everything he does drives me crazy with want and need.

“It’s only been six hours,” I tell him, trying to be sassy. With my breathless tone, however, I’m not sure I quite pull it off.

“Too long,” he grunts, leading us into the shower.

The hot water feels good on my sore muscles, but I don’t have much time to appreciate that fact. Not with Keaton currently dragging his lips down my body and kneeling in front of me. His hands rest on my hips, guiding me backward so I'm leaning against the shower wall. I guess we fit just fine for his plans.

He nips at my hip bone and blazes a trail of kisses to my other hip bone, where he sucks and nips the skin. I feel his hands massaging my ass, then gripping lower on my thighs.

Keaton guides one leg up over his shoulder, giving him complete access to my soaked pussy. I feel exposed, but not in a bad way. I should be embarrassed, but I’m not. He looks like he’s about to go out of his mind with need, and I feel the same.

He turns his head and sinks his teeth into the thigh slung over his shoulder, kissing away the sting.

“Are you wet for me, baby?”

I nod and dig my fingers into his hair, urging him forward.

He chuckles. “You want it bad, don’t you, Roxy? Want my tongue inside your juicy pussy?”

Before I can reply, he devours me.

He flattens his tongue and runs it from my entrance to my clit. Again. Again. I buck my hips and moan his name.

“Fucking delicious,” he grunts.

Keaton dives back between my legs, spearing his tongue deep inside my channel, causing my pussy walls to pulse around him and release a wave of wetness. Keaton growls, the vibrations echoing off every nerve in my body.

He pulls his tongue out and thrusts it back in, fucking me with his mouth while rubbing my clit with his thumb. It’s almost too much. I’m close already. So close...

---