Page 53 of Keep Me

And the shot and the bullet and the blood and…

I should have never opened that door.

My fist stops smashing into the wood, but it’s not because I stopped punching. I feel resistance holding me back, and I yell, trying to deliver the punishment I deserve. My dream begins to fade, but that goddamn fucking door—

“Roan, Roan!” The concern in Reggie’s voice continues to pull me. She’s concerned. What’s wrong? Is she safe?

I breathe against the resistance around me, and my ribs scream in pain. I can’t remember who was talking, what they were saying. Suddenly the weight squeezing me is gone, and I feel myself already balling my hands into fists again, ready to continue, but—

There’s a soft pressure against my lips. Something light and wet prodding at the seam. Something clamps down on either side of my face, but I’m still in a daze, my wobbly attention on this sensation against my mouth.

“You’re safe.” The pressure’s gone, replaced with feathery air. “Come back to me, Roan. It’s safe.”

Reggie.

My fists uncurl, and find her hips in front of me. My eyes fight the pull to remain shut and open to her face. Her beauty hits me like a train in the center of my chest.

Her eyes, vibrant and rich, gaze into mine like she’s searching for something. Her nose kisses the tip of mine. Her hands frame my face, cradling it like something too precious to lose. Her relieved breaths flutters against my lips.

Words I’ve never said before, foreign and new on my tongue, reach out to her. “Kiss me.”

She hesitates, and my heart stops beating in that moment, only restarting when she stretches on her toes to crash her mouth into mine. Her lips are soft but firm in what they want, leading and guiding me. I pull her into me, my body lighting on fire as ours press together, still naked from the night before.

I don’t close my eyes. I keep them open and watch as her long, dark lashes brush across her cheek. I try to kiss her like that, soft and featherlight, familiarizing myself with the shape of her lips and flick of her tongue. I part my lips, and she moans sweetly at the invitation. Her tongue teases mine, and she rolls her hips against me as she sucks my bottom lip, lightly dragging her teeth over it.

I’m lost in all the bright and full sensations that such small movements create. A tug on my lip, and I feel my stomach drop. The vibration of her moan into my mouth, and my whole body feels doused in gasoline.

Draping her arms over my shoulders, she murmurs, “Take me back to bed, Ro.”

Ro. She only calls me that when we’re like this, dazed and distracted, lost in each other’s body. I think I like it.

I pick her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist, never letting up her kisses. I find it hard to walk and kiss, like my brain short-circuits with every brush of her lips. Somehow I manage and lay her onto the bed, climbing on top of her. She pulls me down, and I swallow down the taste of her, baptizing myself in the feel of her.

Her legs cling to me, and my cock slides over her pussy as she rolls with each kiss, like her mouth and body are all part of one wave and I’m about to be swept out to sea.

Adrift, surrounded by nothing but her.

She trails her hands down my back, and chills ripple down my arms. I bite into her lip, and she makes an encouraging sound, so I do it again. This time, her nails dig into my back. My tongue dives into her mouth, and I drag my hard length up and down her slit. “Dame más.”

Her hand slinks between us, and the air is snatched from my lungs when she strokes my cock. I react without thinking, grabbing her wrist and pinning it above her head.

“Fuck, I don’t think—I can’t—” I stumble over my words, my thoughts scrambled by the live wire coursing through me that sparks when she touches me. “I’m hanging on by a goddamn thread just kissing you.”

“Okay.” She runs her thumb over the hard crease between my brows. She holds my jaw with her other hand and brushes soft, chaste kisses on my lips while rolling her hips into me. My cock leaks as her arousal makes it glide, just like when I’m in her hot, wet mouth.

“And if you keep rubbing that pussy on me, Cortez…”

A taunting smile that makes her eyes crinkle in the corners flits across her lips, and just her smile has my balls drawing tight. “A little kissing got you all flustered, huh, Fox?”

I lower my head to rake my teeth up her neck, then suck her ear lobe between them. “A little kissing? No. But kissing you?” My body feels light, my head feels high, and my heart… “I feel like I could float away. I’m fucking untethered.”

I’m feeling particularly murderous toward whoever is calling Reggie’s phone on repeat right now. She fell back asleep on my chest, and the thought of waking her up makes me irrationally mad. I’ve been running my hand over her silky hair and listening to her breath for the last hour, replaying every minute of our morning.

She sleeps like the dead, so even though her phone has been vibrating on the nightstand like a goddamn jack hammer, she hasn’t stirred. I hate to be the one to do it. By the third time, I wake her up, gently rubbing her back and planting a kiss on her forehead.

She stirs, her nose scrunching as she hums softly.

“Someone’s calling you nonstop.”

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