Page 72 of Both Sides Now

“You’re so wet. So fucking tight. I want to taste you.”

“I wantyou, Keegan.” I grind against his palm as he teases me open.

He rubs his cock against me, teasing me, while his teeth sink into my shoulder. Just that is enough to bring me to the edge and I ride his hand, desperate for more.

Desperate for everything.

“I need you inside me,” I beg, my fingers digging into his jacket as he continues to deliver the most delightful torture.

Keegan glances toward the bed, but I grab his chin, returning that intense gaze to my face. “I need younow.”

Releasing a strangled groan, he buries himself in me as his mouth covers mine hungrily, swallowing any arguments.

I squeeze around him as he drives himself into me, our breaths arriving in harried pants. Again and again, he plunges inside me, my entire body lighting up as pleasure shoots through every cell.

He tangles a hand in my hair, our gazes holding as the sensations continue to build. Gasping with each measured thrust, I moan, lost to the moment. Unable to hold onto any thought, all I can do is feeleverything.

Blinding waves of light rip through me as I dig my nails into his shoulders. Keegan claims my mouth, his tongue dancing with mine as he mutes my screams with his kiss.

His body strains, desperately fighting his own release, as his hips piston against me. He comes with a shout, before collapsing against me, sweat trickling down his brow.

But I’m not letting him off that easily.

I graze my fingers down his cheeks and across his lips, earning low grunts of approval as I continue milking his cock, pushing him further past the edge.

"You're beautiful, Calli." He mumbles the words against the column of my throat before raising his head to meet my gaze. The inferno in his baby blues is gone, replaced by tenderness.

The tenderness unhinges me more than the raging desire did.

I press my lips to his, releasing a sated sigh. "Well, that was incredible."

Resting his forehead against mine, he lets out a low chuckle. "Fuck, you feel good."

My hands slide along his chest as I attempt to redo a few buttons that popped open during our sexual gymnastics. "Ditto, sir."

The truth? I've never felt anything remotely close to the emotions currently coursing through my body. There's something about the way we fit together. The way we move together. It's just right.

It's also hot as fuck, and if I don't stop thinking about it, I'll never let Keegan leave the room.

Apparently, I'm not the only one feeling the afterglow.

He gently lowers me to the ground, but he’s not willing to let me go yet. Keeping me backed to the wall, he slides his hands up to cup my face before claiming my mouth in a bone-tingling kiss.

There’s no demand. No urgency.

All I feel is love and I respond in kind. The man will consume me, body and soul, and I’m ready to burn for him.

Keegan’s hands slide up my thighs to grip my ass, and I squirm against him. If he’s ready for round two, so am I.

A devious spark glints in his eyes as he glides his tongue over his lower lip. "I really want to forgo the rest of the wedding. Do you think they'll miss us?"

I wink at him, sending off a cheeky grin. "Better question, do we care?"

Unfortunately for our unquenchable erotic thirst, Keegan will be missed, so we have no choice but to return to the reception.

The last thing we need is his relatives at the door, demanding to know where we’ve been for the past two hours.

I doubt I’d remain a family favorite for long that way, although his cousin Jane would certainly approve of our antics.

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