Page 82 of Keep Me Safe

He towers over me, his eyes desperate. “I had no right to make that decision for you. I know that now. I’m sorry.”

He pauses, stepping closer to me.

“All I’ve ever wanted is for you and Jared to be happy, and I’m honestly fucking terrified that I’ll never be good enough for you, but the idea of not having you in my life doesn’t feel like an option anymore.”

Not good enough? He’s more than enough. He’s everything.

“Kira, I love you,” he admits, “And I’m tired of fighting it.”

My self-preservation instincts gnaw at me, trying to stop me from letting him in. What if he’s saying this now but takes it back tomorrow? I’m not sure I can survive another rejection from this man.

Closing the space between us, I rest my hand on his chest. His heart is racing, his breathing ragged. Trailing my hand down his body, I look up into his eyes.

“One more chance. You have one chance to prove to me that you aren’t going to run again,” I warn, but my voice softens a bit when I add, “You are worthy of love, Noah, and I want to be the person who gives that to you, but I can only do it if you let me.”

His fingers tangle into my hair, and I think he’s going to kiss me, but instead, he presses his forehead into mine.

“You’re mine. Forever if I have any say in it,” he whispers, possessiveness seeping into his tone. His other hand slides down my body, stopping only when he reaches the hem of my skirt. I suck in a breath at his light touch against my skin. The feel of his powerful body pressed against mine makes me want to do things we definitely shouldn’t. I should make him wait and brood a little longer, but I can’t.

I need him.

Now.

“Prove it,” I taunt against my better judgment.

He doesn’t waste any time, his lips crashing into mine. His kiss is hungry, feral. I slide my hand up to the back of his neck, pulling him harder into me. He knocks my legs apart, pressing his thigh between them, the rough denim of his jeans rubbing against my bare skin. I let out a small moan as he brings his hand up to my already soaking panties.

“Fuck, princess, it’s going to take all of my willpower not to fuck you right here,” he says, tugging them to the side as his fingers slide over my pussy. I suck in a breath, my eyes fixed on his.

“Do it then.”

The words leave my mouth without regard for the dozens of people right down the drive. Anyone could walk or drive over here and see us. I gasp as his fingers push into me, curving up at the perfect angle. He slides in and out of me teasingly as he looks down at me, his eyes dark with lust.

“Are you sure, princess? You’ll have to be quiet.”

Is there even any question?

“Yes, please,” I practically beg as I unbutton his jeans.

He’s already hard as I take him in my hand, and his lips meet mine again with a bruising kiss. Fuck, this feels so dirty, but I can’t get enough of it. His hands reach beneath my skirt, sliding my panties down to my feet. I step out of them, and he takes them, tucking them into the back pocket of his jeans. Why is that the hottest thing I’ve ever seen?

In one fluid motion, I’m lifted into the air, Noah pinning me to the truck. His cock poised right at my entrance, he leans in, kissing and nipping at my neck. The feeling of him there, so close but not inside me, is torture.

“Please, Noah,” I whine, needing to feel him.

“I love it when you beg for it,” he growls. “Tell me what you need,” he orders, sliding his cock over my pussy, purposely neglecting where I want it so badly.

“I need you to fuck me until your come is dripping out of me,” I say, surprising myself.

His eyes flare, the desire in them all-consuming.

“Good girl,” he praises as he pushes into me, the fullness making me cry out and dig my nails into his shoulders. Noah’s hand grips my face, pulling me into a rough kiss as he drives into me.

I try to stay quiet, but my effort is fruitless. The feel of his hard length filling me is unmatched. He makes me feel so fucking good. If I could spend forever like this with him, I would.

It doesn’t take long before I’m close, each thrust pushing me closer and closer to the edge. His thumb brushes over my clit, and I cry out. His other hand covers my mouth as he does it again, with more pressure this time. I’m so fucking close to coming when a car door slams, stopping us in our tracks.

My head shoots to the side to look down at the car. Thankfully, we’re on the other side of the truck, so they shouldn’t be able to see us, but Noah still sets me down, and I whimper in protest as he reaches for the driver’s door behind me.

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