Page 44 of The Keeper

His hand skimmed down my body, pausing at the waistline of my jeans. “Right here,” he murmured. “Or, we could go out somewhere.”

The choices were specific and not secluded. Any shred of my so-called inner resolve dissipated. My heart raced. All the pent up sexual frustration from earlier exploded through me. I’d probably shatter in a matter of seconds no matter what I decided.

I looked up at him. He knew. He knew I was already at the edge and only needed a nudge. The sinful smile curling his lips nearly did me in.

“Where would we go?” I exhaled.

The shift in him was instant, like he’d allowed himself to become. Exactly what that was remained a mystery but I really, really enjoyed the way he stared at me right now. Arrogant, possessive, resolute.

He bent to kiss me, stroking his tongue along my parted lips before taking my mouth like it belonged to him. Like I belonged to him. A barrage of shivers surged through me at the thought.

His hand slid to the base of my throat, collaring it. He kissed me harder, deeper, more possessive. When he broke our kiss I grabbed onto his shirt to keep him close.

“I liked tonight,” he said. His lips were still close to mine, his hand still collared my neck. “I liked being with you at your house. I liked learning more about you. Having you in my lap.” He ran his nose along my jaw. “I liked how wet you were right before we got interrupted. I like how flushed and ready you look right now.”

He slipped a hand under my shirt, feeling up to my breast. The pad of his thumb teased my nipple into a hard peak.

The clattering in the kitchen stopped. Xavier pinched my nipple hard and pressed his mouth to mine to swallow my shocked groan.

“Perfect,” he whispered on my lips. “I know where we can go.”

All at once my pulse raced and I panted like I’d been running a marathon.

A salacious smile curved his mouth. “Tomorrow.”

WHAT?

“Excuse me?” My jaw dropped. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, tomorrow.” His tone sounded firm and final.

“Twice.” I blinked. “Twice in one day you brought me to the brink of an orgasm and now you’re telling me I have to wait.”

He grabbed my hand and placed it on the bulge in his jeans. “And what do you think this is? A sock?”

In my annoyance, I palmed his erection just because he was dumb enough to put my hand there.

He bared his teeth and moaned.

“Exactly. I can play this game, too.”

“Outside,” he growled, opening the door. We walked, or rather he walked, I stumbled, through the dark yard until we stood next to his car.

“Are we gonna do it in the backseat like horny teenagers?”

“No.” He pinned me to the drivers’ side door and made fast work at unbuttoning my jeans. In seconds, his thumb pressed and rubbed my sensitive bud without mercy.

“Think I can make you come before a car drives by?”

I whimpered. This was more pressure and speed than I’m used to but oh my god it felt amazing. Especially the small bite of pain entangled in all the pleasure.

“I could do this all day.” His warm breath tickled my cheek. “Play with you like a little doll, make your pussy quiver whenever I want. Is that something you’d like?”

“Yes,” I exhaled, reaching to undo his pants. The second I freed his cock and wrapped my hand around the velvet skin of his shaft he shuddered. The skin was so soft and warm stretched over the hardness underneath. I felt it swell and pulse in my grip when I pumped my hand.

He pressed his forehead to mine, panting and faltering slightly. I stroked him faster, harder, squeezing tighter. He thrust his hips into my hand, losing himself in the feeling. Just hearing his quick, ragged breathing was intoxicating. Empowering. His pleasure solely rested in my hand.

The pressure and pace on my clit increased.

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