Page 108 of The Blackmail of Denise Randall

THE HEAT

Keaton stands before me in only his black briefs. His calloused fingers trace the edge of my dress strap and against my skin. He follows it down the front of my chest. My hand wraps around his, stopping it against my cleavage.

“You know I’m broken, right?”

“And you know I work construction. I’ll build you back up and make it so that you’re stronger than before.”

“I think you’re planning to build a home,” I try to joke.

His hands cup my face as his chest brushes against mine. “If you’ll let me.” His lips take hold of mine and my hands grab his shoulders to hold on. The feel of his tongue against mine has my toes curling. I reach behind my back and pull the zipper down. Keaton’s rough hands send shivers down my spine as he slides the straps down.

The dress pools at my feet. Rather than stepping out, Keaton lifts me up and gently lays me on the bed. He balances on his elbows above me and places a kiss on my forehead and then trails sensual kisses down my body until he reaches below my belly button.

Electricity courses through my body. I’ve always been under some kind of influence ,so I’ve never experienced the full heat of the moment. I wonder if it’s always been like this, or if it’s because it’s Keaton Sloan. I feel as though I’m on the best high of my life, feeling his tongue trace my belly button. I’m too lost in ecstasy to notice him sliding down my panties.

When he places an open mouth kiss against the inside of my thigh, I about come off the bed. I feel everything and note his sexy, low moans. I’ll never need another pill for the rest of my life to get high as long as I have Keaton. This is far better than any experience in my life so far. I reach up and fist the pillow underneath my head as my body squirms underneath him. “Keaton,” I moan and bite my lip.

“Let go, Denise,” he demands between open mouth kisses. His tongue dances between my folds, and I gasp. My hand shoots down and grabs the back of his head, holding him to me as I ride out the waves of pure pleasure.

Before I’ve even caught my breath, Keaton is crawling up my body. He stares into my eyes. He doesn’t say the words, but I swear, I can feel them straight to my soul. I love you.

My mouth opens, but he dives his tongue in before I can speak. He kisses me with a passion I’ve never felt before. When he pulls away, we’re both panting.

“Denise…are you…” He swallows. “Are you ready? Do you want me to stop?”

Is he crazy? “No.”

“No, you’re not ready?”

I can’t help but smile at him. I love his concern so much. I love him. “No, I don’t want you to stop. I’m ready. I want this.”

“Let me grab a condom.” Keaton goes to his pants and pulls out a foil packet. Once he has slid the condom on, he crawls back on top of me. His arms slide underneath me and he holds me tightly against him as he continues kissing me and positions himself between my legs. He eases in and I wrap my legs around him. This is right. This feels right. I want nothing more than to give him every last piece of me. Keaton doesn’t just make my body feel good, but I feel good when I am with him. He brings out the best in me by simply being himself. The heat of his body combined with the warmth of his love is a high unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. The best part, I know that this isn’t a short term thing. I know that this is real. Keaton takes my body with force and passion. All I can do is hold on and relish the feel of him. He pours all of himself into me, and I greedily take him while still begging for more. He holds me so tightly, yet so tenderly. His lips both devour and worship my body. I’m wound so tight that when he shifts our position, I’m not prepared for the new sensations. My cries of pleasure fuels Keaton’s excitement. My eyes look up and Keaton meets my stare. The love and tenderness in his eyes, mixed with his desire…I feel the connection. I’m forced to break our eye contact when the tension that had been building between us finally snaps, and I feel a rush of pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. His lips capture my moans of satisfaction as he chases his own release.

Our eyes meet again. Both of us pouring so much emotion into that single stare. I love this man.

“I love you,” he says.

“I…I love you.” It’s scary and exciting, because Keaton Sloan is a man that when he offers something, he gives all he has to give. I want all he has to give and pray that there’s enough of me to give him in return. When he pulls away, neither one of us says anything. We stare into each other’s eyes, as our bodies remain tangled, until our breathing evens out and we both fall asleep.

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