Page 126 of Keep Me

He looks ginormous in my apartment, which isn’t small by any means. But I’m used to seeing him in a house with thirty-foot ceilings on sixty acres.

He drops his bag by the door and follows me into the kitchen, admiring my apartment and all the personal touches I’ve added over the months.

“Are you hungry?” I ask as I reach the kitchen counter, placing my back against it and suddenly feeling oddly uncomfortable. We’ve never had to do this before. Killian and I have always collided like two stars. We never had to do this awkward dance of defining exactly what we are. Are we just friends? Or are we still the same couple we were before?

He doesn’t sit at the table like I expect him to. Instead, he stands in the middle of the room, staring at me keenly with his hands stuffed into his back pockets.

“No,” he replies flatly.

“Thirsty?” I ask, swallowing as my mouth goes dry.

He shakes his head.

My body is buzzing, and I think if I don’t get to touch him soon, I might actually explode. But Ineedto know he’s all right first.

“What do you need?” I ask cautiously. “Whatever it is…”

He hesitates for a moment, standing there looking almost nervous as his gaze rakes over my body. My eyes stayed glued on his, wishing I could tell him with just my eyes that he can have everything. He doesn’t even need to ask. I am all his, andeverything I own is his. In my heart, he is still my husband.

I’m not sure if that’s what I conveyed in one single look, but suddenly he’s crossing the room toward me, and in two long strides, I’m in his arms again. Pinning my body between the counter and his tall frame, he holds my face in his hands as he stares down at me.

“What I need?” he growls.

Without another word, he crashes his mouth against mine. Our lips tangle and slide in unison, licking and nibbling on each other until we’re practically fused. His kiss feels like crawling back into my own bed after months away. It feels like finding the one other soul on this planet that matches mine. It feels like home.

My hands ache to touch him, and I roam his body, remembering every muscle, every ridge, every valley of his hard, sculpted frame.

“I just needyou, mo ghràidh,” he murmurs against my mouth. Wrapping his hands under my thighs, he hoists me onto the counter, and my legs open easily for him. His mouth trails from my lips and down my neck. He pops a button off my blouse, tearing my shirt open to get his lips on my breasts.

I let out a loud whimper when his tongue finds the pink bud of my nipple. “I neededthis,” he growls against my flesh. My hand digs into his hair as I pull him closer. But his fingers don’t stop. More buttons go flying as he tears my shirt clean open, shimmying it down my arms and unclasping my bra until I’m topless on my kitchen counter for him. His coarse beard scratches my skin, but I welcome the pain. I need more of it.

When his fingers start fumbling with the button of my pants, a thrill of excitement courses through me. It doesn’t take him long until they’re undone, and he’s working them down my legs, pulling my panties with them. My pants are barely off my ankles when Killian drops to his knees and presses his face between my legs.

“This,” he growls against my sex. “I’ve been dreaming aboutthe taste of your cunt for eight months.Thisis what I needed.”

I let out a shriek of pleasure as he licks at me ravenously and sucks on my clit. My back arches, and my head hangs as I’m suddenly reminded of what pleasure feels like.

He touches my pussy like he’s missed it, spreading my folds and sinking his long thick fingers inside me. My body winds up quickly, and it only takes a few thrusts for me to lose control. Fireworks explode inside me, radiating pleasure in pulsing waves behind my closed eyelids.

“Fuck me,” I cry out, suddenly desperate for him.

Standing in a rush, he kisses me, letting me taste my own arousal on his tongue. His shirt falls to the floor before he starts on his pants. While he works them down, I touch his chest, kissing the spot above his heart and running my fingers through the patches of hair.

When his cock springs free, I forget how to breathe all over again. His size takes me by surprise again, and I reach for him, eager to wrap my fingers around his length. A satisfied groan vibrates from his chest as I do. Lazily, I stroke his shaft, savoring the way it drags reactions from his body. Moans, expressions, trembles.

A drop of cum leaks from the tip of his cock, so I wipe it with my thumb and bring it to my lips, humming when the flavor touches my tongue. At the sight, he turns feral.

With a grunt, he grabs my hips and yanks me to the edge of the counter.

“Watch it with me,” he orders with a husky rasp in his voice. As he lines up his cock, I reach one hand for his chest and the other for his jaw, holding him tight as he slowly works his way inside me.

He hooks one arm under my leg for more access as he slowly drives in deeper, stretching me until I have him all. Pleasure, relief, and elation flow through my body, making me dizzy. Our foreheads touch as we stare down at the place we are joined, andit’s perfect.

Pulling out ever so slightly, he eases back in. I can feel his restraint crumbling. Pulling him closer for a kiss, I bite his bottom lip, making him howl and thrust his hips harder. He digs a hand in my hair and jerks my head back, smiling wickedly at me as he picks up his speed, fucking me with such force he has to hold me in place.

I smile up at him as our bodies smack together in an echoing cadence of pleasure. It’s all so perfect that I don’t know if I’ve ever been happier in my life.

“What a wee dirty wife you are,” he grunts, staring down at me with smug pride.

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