Page 75 of The Keeper and I

“I’ll check in with you plenty,” he said.

She nodded. “I’m glad for that.”

His lips turned up into a wolfish grin when his finger found the strap of her bra. “Someday, I want to fuck you in one of these wee sets you model.”

She shivered at the suggestion. “But tonight?”

“Tonight, I want to see all of you.”

He glanced at her face for permission, and she smiled before he reached behind her and unclasped her bra. Her breasts fell free, and she fought the instinct to cover up. When she saw the look on his face, the urge disappeared altogether. He gazed at her like a freshly unearthed treasure, a hungry gleam in his eye.

“Fucking gorgeous tits, angel,” he said.

“Show me how much you like them, then,” she shot back.

He didn’t keep her waiting. He took one pebbled nipple into his mouth and flicked his tongue across the tip. His hand covered her other breast and kneaded it between his fingers. Heat pooled in her belly.

The heat of his mouth, the pressure of his hand, the tingle of his beard against her skin was more overwhelming than she had imagined. She wanted more. It wasn’t enough when his mouth and hand switched places. She rubbed her thighs together to ease the mounting tension between them.

“Jordan,” she whined. “More, please.”

He pushed her back on the bed and kissed her some more, leaving a fiery trail of kisses down to her tummy. She giggled, and he shot her a questioning look.

“Your beard tickles,” she said.

A wicked smile claimed his lips. “That so?”

Her eyes went wide. “No, Jordan—”

It was too late. He ran his beard all over her skin along with his mouth and fingers, tickling her relentlessly. She shrieked with laughter and wriggled around in a useless attempt to keep him at bay. As she was running out of breath, he let up.

“Not fair,” she panted. “Tickling is decidedly unsexy.”

“Laughing together is super fucking sexy,” he argued. “I like hearing you laugh. Besides, it’ll help you relax.”

He was right. She was confident that she wanted him but felt nervous nonetheless. The tickling had relieved some of that tension from her muscles. She craned her neck to kiss him again.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“Can I kiss you somewhere else now?” he asked, his fingers dancing along the elastic waistband of her panties.

She nodded. “Yes, please.”

He grinned and moved to kneel between her legs, regarding her thighs with an adoring gaze as he slid his hands over them. Finally, she understood what he had meant about Burton capturing longing without showing the subject’s eyes. As Jordan looked over her body, she saw it, a perfect portrayal of desperate yearning. As if he was worried looking away might make her disappear. He tracked every inch of her, following his hands as they dragged her knickers down her legs. When they were off, he leaned over and pressed his lips to the inside of her knee.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” he said, meeting her eyes again. “The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

Her heart nearly stopped beating, but the feeling of his mouth approaching the apex of her thighs got it going again—rapidly.

“Gonna make you come with my mouth first,” he rasped. “Get you nice and wet for me.”

Her hips rocked toward him in reply. He went slow, leading with his tongue, using the tip to circle her clit. She nearly jumped off the bed at the contact. A breathy moan fell from her lips, which was all the encouragement he needed. He pressed his whole mouth against her and groaned, sending a fresh wave of pleasure up her spine.

She had used vibrators in the past to get herself off, but it was nothing like this. Jordan’s mouth was pure magic. As if he had tasted her a hundred times. Every touch, every motion found exactly the right spot to make her arch her back and whine his name.

The spring in her belly tightened. She could barely keep her eyes open. Hell, she could hardly remember her name. The only thing in the world was the man between her thighs and the devilry that was his tongue. He worked her up until she couldn’t breathe. Finally, with one last stroke of his tongue, white exploded behind her eyes and she came undone.

“Jordan,” she sighed, tugging on his hair from where he eased her back down.

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