Page 17 of Inarticulate

“We should go somewhere else.” Back to her hotel. Any hotel. Christ, the dampness in her panties announced she’d take him in the back seat of her rental if given the chance. She just didn’t want to be here.

Short wisps of hair shimmied over his forehead with the authoritative shake of his head. The denial shouldn’t have turned her on. Nope. Yet it did.

Everything he did was purely erotic. His undeniable control. His strength in the face of demanding arousal. She craved his discipline and wanted him to crack at the same time. Push, pull. Breathe, suffocate. Mindful, careless. She couldn’t keep up with her own mixed messages.

She turned in his arms and placed a firm hand on his chest. “Keenan, we need to leave.”

A smirk tilted his lips and he leaned in, brushing his mouth over hers. She couldn’t deny his kiss. The sweep of his tongue was lethargic, as if he were savoring the taste of her, memorizing every second of her surrender.

His body pressed into her, pushing her ass against the counter and his cock to her pubic bone. It wouldn’t take much. The lowering of a zipper, the yank of her jeans. Five seconds and he could be inside her, burying himself deep, taking away the ache and replacing it with euphoria.

Damn it.

She reluctantly tore her lips away and pushed harder against his chest. “It isn’t right to stay here.” Her voice was filled with indecision. Her mind, too. “I really should go.”

He kissed the curve of her mouth, her cheek, the side of her jaw. She whimpered, defenseless against his A-grade seduction. He pushed the jacket off her shoulders and dragged it down to rest on the counter behind her, her hands still bound in the material of the sleeves.

She couldn’t move, couldn’t flee. At least that’s what she told herself. He stole her strength and made her feeble. Weak and needy. This time when his mouth brushed hers, he was savage. He consumed her, his tongue dancing with hers, his lips stealing her breath.

The tension on her wrist loosened and she trembled at the grate of her descending zipper. Coarse fingers slid into her panties, over the slim patch of trimmed curls, and lower, across the smooth skin directly above her pussy.

She felt like the goddess of lightning. As if a gazillion volts of electricity were flowing through her veins, all of them on a collision course with one throbbing, aching part of her body. The need to stop him filtered in and out of her consciousness, but the necessity for an orgasm far outweighed any contemplation that they were breaking the law.

She was sure the owners of the narcissistic mansion would understand. The police would understand, too. Anyone with a set of eyes and a fully functioning libido would realize that passing up this opportunity with such an undeniable man would compare to spitting in the face of a winning race horse.

She leaned back, starved of oxygen, and released a faint cry as he guided his touch through her slick flesh. He held her gaze, those guarded eyes seeing into her soul as he inched deeper, breaching her sex.

Her name flittered through the air and she frowned, wondering if her ears were deceiving her. Keenan’s lips hadn’t moved. He hadn’t flinched at all.

“Did you…”

She lost track of her thoughts as he pulsed his fingers inside her, his thumb deftly stroking her clit. Her panties were soaked, uncomfortably so, and her nipples beaded painfully hard, begging for his touch. The dull pulse of an impending orgasm clenched her core. He already had her strung tight.

“Savvy.”

There it was again, this time louder. Unmistakable. She straightened, standing to her full height, and yanked her arms from the confinement of the jacket. Her hands landed on his chest, firm, hard, and undeniable as she pushed him.

“Did you hear that?” She cocked her head, trying to listen.

Keenan’s sigh was filled with annoyance as the faint call of her name drifted in from outside.

Dominic.

Her silent seducer didn’t remove his hand from her flesh. His mind was still on the game and he was tallying major points for perseverance, but Dominic’s voice wasn’t a soundtrack she could have sex to.

“I need to go.”

His thumb continued to stroke her clit in a way that spoke of mass disappointment if she walked away. There was a promise of pleasure in his eyes. A solemn pledge of ecstasy in his sensuous lips. She couldn’t move. Her legs wouldn’t allow it.

She trailed her hands from his chest to his neck and dug her nails into his nape. “I don’t want to leave.”

The ferocity in his steely irises didn’t change. He rubbed harder, enticing tiny gyrations from her hips. She fell into him, grazing her mouth over the stubble of his jaw.

“I don’t want you to stop.” Her whisper was almost poetic in pitch. Whimsical. Erotic. “But I think you should.”

“Savvy.” Dominic’s yell echoed off the walls and doused her in a bucket of reality.

She lowered her hands from Keenan’s neck and slid away from him. Her chest heaved as she backtracked. He didn’t deny her retreat, he remained facing the mirror and leaned over, placing his fists on the counter. His stare was harsh, judging her and finding her lacking.

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