Page 69 of Keeping The Virgin

Chapter 23

From this point on,I know my life will never be the same. It already feels like a dream in motion, too good to be true, but it is.

As true as anything I’ve ever experienced.

Cage carries me to his rented black Jaguar, and even though I’m still only wearing my long T-shirt for a nightie, he whisks me off to a nearby ritzy resort at the foot of the mountains. I’ve only heard about this place and have never been there, but I know it’s been a playground for the rich since the early twentieth century, and he’s rented out an estate house near the golf course and spa.

After he parks and carries me inside, I don’t have time to count all the rooms or wander the elegant, turn-of-the-century halls. He takes me directly to a bedroom—our bedroom, not just his any more—and all I can see at first are the moonlit view of a golf course and a shimmering lake outside the window.

He tosses me in the air, and I hold my breath, then land with a bounce on a massive emperor-sized bed. I laugh, totally free, totally on Cloud 9, then lift my arms to him.

His eyes are filled with something I’ve seen only a few times before tonight, but now I know exactly what it is. Love. This man has loved me since day one, but he’s never allowed himself to admit it.

“Karini,” he says with a sexy smile as he stands by the bed looking down at me with moonlight coating his powerful form. It’s as if every time he says my name, he’s telling me how much he feels for me.

I’m not in a fancy negligee or one of the cocktail dresses he bought me in New York City, but I feel just as gorgeous in my long T-shirt as he strips off his suit jacket, tears off his tie, then crawls onto the bed toward me.

He comes to hover above me, bracing his hands on either side of me. “I spent every day hoping that this would happen again. And here we are.”

“A dream.” Not just a fantasy. I have a flesh-and-blood god who’s staring down at me with such passion.

I run my palms up his thick arms, loving the feel of his expensive silk shirt over all that muscle. And when I think of how he used all this strength to defend me from Liam, my body thuds with a secret fever, because I’ll never tell anyone what Cage did for me.

It’ll bind us forever.

Cage sinks down to his forearms, predator-like, his mouth inches away from mine. As my breathing chops through me, time stretches out until it’s ready to snap.

Him…me.

Us.

Just as I think I can’t wait a second more, he swoops down, kissing me softly yet hungrily. I feel every emotion he ever held back. I smell his clean, manly skin. I hear him moan low in his throat as he tastes me with his lips, his tongue, thoroughly loving me as I helplessly raise my hands and lose myself in him.

He explores me with his tongue, taking his time, and I arch my hips up to him, wrapping one leg around his hips and inviting him to get it on with me already. I just can’t wait. I’ve been waiting much too damned long as it is.

He pushes his hips down to me, pressing his groin against my sex, and I pull away from the kiss, sucking in an agitated breath.

“Did you miss that, my little gift?” he asks.

“Every night.”

“I did, too. Fuck, I missed your beautiful pussy, your tight little body.”

He churns his cock against me again, and I groan, turning my head to the side.

His voice is rough and desperate. “I missed everything about you because I knew I’d never find anyone like you again.”

All these beautiful words—his gift to me.

I gather enough breath to speak. “When did you first know that you wanted to keep me? Was it when I gave you the Highest Bidder envelope…” My words fail me as he grinds against me again, but I do my best to finish. “Or did you know I was your one in a million when I came back with my dead phone?”

He lazily circles his hips some more, teasing me with the tip of his cock. “When you handed me that envelope, I was highly interested.” He pushes against me again, making my pussy cream all the more. “Then when you came back, I was hooked.”

He pauses in his sexual torture of me, the look in his eyes intense, stoking a bigger fire in me. Flames rage, and with a flash of need, I attack him, bringing him down for another hot, long kiss that burns me inside, sending wisps of smoke through me like signals.

He’s the one. The only one.

I eagerly talk against his mouth. “Come on, Cage.” I yank his button down out of his trousers. “Do it to me.”

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