Page 38 of The Keeper

“You’re hot when you’re angry.” He pulled me onto his lap so I straddled him again. “Makes it hard for me to be a gentleman.”

I reached up and touched the scar. His body shook.

“I’m so sorry this happened to you.” On an impulse, I leaned forward and kissed it, letting my lips linger for a few seconds.

He gasped, fisting his hand in my hair. Then he pulled it hard so I leaned back. We stared at one another. Both of our breaths came hungry and fast.

“Thank you for telling me.”

No matter how hard I fought it, I wanted more of him. Last night should have been enough. I should end this right now. Stand up and walk outside. Get in my rental car and drive off.

I would have if he hadn’t run his tongue along his lip. Or inhaled a shaky breath. Or stared at me with such raw intensity. He didn’t even have to utter a word because I could read his body language.

It said the same thing as mine.

“If we do this,” he growled on a harsh exhale, “I’ll never want to stop. I’ll never be able to stop.”

“I won’t either.”

Just one more time…

I slid my hands under his shirt and pulled it over his head. All I could think about was him inside me. I splayed my hand on his chest, pushing him back. He didn’t seem to mind and found my hooded gaze with his own.

Leaning close, I licked the seam of his lips. “I want you like this. Please don’t deny me.”

“Denying you anything is impossible.”

Victoria

The feeling of his open-mouthed kisses up and down my neck was intoxicating. Every part of me sang and arched into him. When his lips touched mine it was the most powerful thing I’ve ever felt. Xavier’s kiss had longing, possessiveness, need, lust. And for some reason, this kiss spoke to every inch of me.

His fisted hand pulled at my hair, tilting my head. The soft touch of his tongue fluttered on mine, making me moan. His other hand worked fast to undo my jeans and maneuver between my legs. The sudden spike of pleasure hit me faster than I—

My ass vibrated. And chimes rang out. And it vibrated again. More chimes.

The sudden noise pulled us apart. My clit screamed at me for depriving it of a complete rubdown.

Xavier looked at me funny. “What is that?”

“My goddam phone.” I grunted in exasperation and pulled it out of my back pocket. Text messages from Killian.

“Fuck me,” I muttered.

“I was trying to.”

“Don’t be cute.”

“Everything alright? Seems like a lot of stuff incoming.”

“Yeah, it’s just—“

“Victoria.” My shouted name echoed through the foyer. “Tori. Are you in here?”

I slumped in Xavier’s lap. “Oh my God,” I said under my breath.

The French doors swung open. Silence. And then…

“Jesus take the wheel,” Killian’s amused voice filled the room. “Do you want to finish? We can wait outside.”

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