Page 75 of Keep Me

Ryker releases a harsh breath against my neck, nuzzling his nose against it. “What about you? Are you safe?”

“Nothing’s any different. Quentin’s social media team made sure nothing came up about connecting me as the long-lost princess of Lorsica, so we’re good there. He also hired a bodyguard of sorts to tail me discreetly, to look for things I don’t know how to be aware of,” I explain, those feelings of fear beginning to trickle in at how serious this could get.

“I don’t like this, Cami,” he grumbles. “What if your parents come here? What then?”

I shrug once more because I have no idea. “Pretend I have amnesia. Forgot who they are. Move to Canada. Ask them to leave,” I deadpan, throwing out ridiculous solutions.

“No, we need an actual plan.” He shakes his head on my shoulder.

We?

I like the sound of that.

“Can we brainstorm later? I wanted to escape it for today,” I remind him, not wanting the talk of all of this to ruin my perfect day with him.

“Okay.” He kisses my head once more. “Tell me something.”

“I’m wearing black lace panties.”

Ryker groans, a pained laugh leaving him. “Jesus Christ, Cami.”

I feel him harden against my ass.

“You’re hard from that?” I say, astonished.

“Baby, I can get hard from watching you breathe. Knowing you’re real and mine is all it takes to get me going.” He grins, his deep blue eyes swimming with something I don’t dare to name.

I adjust my body, turning to throw my legs over his hips. I straddle him as he leans back on his arms. My fingers thread in his long hair and pull his face toward me as our lips meet in a soft, sweet kiss.

Our lips move together in perfect harmony, memorizing each other as we kiss slowly, longingly. It feels like appreciation for one another, mixed with desire and something deeper than we care to admit.

Our hips start to grind together, seeking friction to ease the fire that’s blazing between us now. The kiss turns heated, our tongues seeking and taking, teeth biting and pulling as moans fill the air between us.

Before I know it, I’m on my back in a field of lavender as Ryker peels off my jeans and panties and slides into me with something other than just lust in his gaze. Our bodies move together sensually. It’s slow and gentle, and our eyes stay locked on one another’s the whole time.

My arms wrap around his neck, while he leans on one forearm with his other hand framing my cheek with gentle swipes. It’s bliss and ecstasy wrapped into one fluid motion that I never want to end.

“Ryker,” I breathe.

“Camille.” He sighs, resting his forehead on mine as he continues to rock in and out of me.

“I feel complete like this,” I whisper, staring into his deep blue eyes.

“Me too,” he groans, sounding pained.

“What’s wrong?” I frown.

“I don’t want this to end. This moment, it’s perfect. But my cock fucking aches to come.” He chuckles at the end.

I giggle at that and press my lips to his. “It’s okay. All good things pause, then resume once again.”

“Isn’t the saying all good things must come to an end?” He stills inside of me.

I shake my head. “Nope. I like this better because then no good things have to end. Instead, they pause, and then happen again.”

“I like that.” He grins, kissing me once more as he pulses inside of me. “You gonna come for me too, princess?”

“Yes,” I moan as he hits that spot inside of me, the one that makes me dizzy with pleasure.

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