Page 43 of Keeper of Secrets

He pushed that thought away for later.Their two trysts in the carriage had only whetted his appetite, but then again, he’d not been satisfied either time.

The idea that he’d tie them together and not have her in his bed was so unsatisfying that he scrubbed the back of his neck, his teeth gritting together.His plan was falling apart, his original goals dying a slow death.

She moved closer, the sway of her hips in the moonlight mesmerizing as she studied him.“How come…” she began, and he tensed.These questions only spelled trouble for him.“You only touch me?”

His mouth went dry.“Chloe.”His voice was tellingly rough.

“What will happen if I touch you?”

“I don’t…” He’d been going to say he didn’t know.Again.

“The older women in my village used to warn the young ladies.Don’t give a man your body without a promise.A commitment.He’ll only tire of you after he’s had you.”

“Good advice.”She was so close, her floral scent filled his nostrils, her large blue eyes looking at him.And that was when she began to unbutton her glove.

He could leave.Turn and go.But he wanted her so damned much…

The glove came off, dropping to the floor, her bare fingers lifting to the top of his collar.And then she ran her fingers over his bare skin.He nearly groaned aloud.Her fingertips so soft and light, her touch was like being caressed by a feather.

She slid even closer, her breasts pressing to his chest as she placed a kiss into the spot her fingers had just been.“You know me intimately.”

He did.That’s what scared him.He just wanted more.

“I want to know you too.”

Fuck.He was in trouble.

“Will you…” Her lips were sliding closer to his ear as she pressed her body to the length of his.

He couldn’t help himself.With both hands he grabbed her hips, pulling her into him and letting out a feral noise at the pleasure of the pressure on his aching cock.

“Will you let me know you?”

He groaned then, burying his face into her neck.He should say no.This is what he’d been attempting to avoid.He knew he was losing, but her combination of passion, beauty, and innocence cast a spell over him, and he couldn’t deny her.Instead, he let her hand wander down his back, tracing his body as he ground their hips together, creating friction and pleasure.

When was the last time he’d enjoyed a bit of grinding?He’d been a young, inexperienced buck.

But everything was different with Chloe.He was learning that.He was learning everything he thought he’d known all over again.Because she was more, unique, better.

He pushed them both back, until they reached the table, the back of Chloe’s legs pushing into the wooden top.He had visions of laying her down, burying his face between her legs again...

But she pushed against his chest.“It’s your turn.”

His turn.His eyes closed as he let her turn them both, the table bumping his legs as she pushed him down on the top.

And then she was undoing the falls of his breeches.The moment the last button gave, he pulled them down his hips, exposing his stiff cock, which already wept his seed.Christ.

Ryker heard Chloe gasp.He opened his eyes to see her staring, her mouth agape.“Ryker,” she whispered.“It’s so…”

What was she going to say?Big?Scary?But he didn’t ask, and she didn’t say, as her hand wrapped about the thick length, her thumb coming to the tip, sliding over the pearl of seed that had collected.She smeared the milky liquid over his skin, pulling a half-strangled groan from his chest.

“Can I taste it?”

He lifted his head then, just in time to see her lick her lips.

Ryker blinked several times, sliding his hand into her hair, sending pins cascading to the floor.He knew he shouldn’t ruin her hair but in this moment he just knew.

Chloe was his.Not his for tonight.Or his until the wedding, or his after he tired of the club.She belonged in his arms.All.The.Time.

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