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He increased the pace of his thrusts and the ferocity of his lips. She was helpless to stop her body taking over. She straightened as her core began to spasm and she gripped his chin, forcing his mouth to hers.

They nipped and licked, their tongues tangling and colliding as they came undone together. With each pulse of orgasm she gripped him tighter and jolted with the pounding of his hips. Over and over she toppled into euphoria, her gasps slicing the air between them.

He didn’t slow until her pleasure had faded and she was drooped against him, devoid of strength. The exhilaration dissipated from her veins as her breathing calmed and her mind cleared. She straightened and stared up at him, not knowing what to say or what to do. She was the only one who could fill the silence and yet her tongue was tied.

Bliss left the room in a vacuum and awkwardness took its place. He stood there, his chest pounding as he looked at her in expectation, waiting for something profound when she couldn’t even remember her own name.

“Thanks.”

That muscled chest of his began to convulse in laughter, turning her cheeks to flame.

“No,” he mouthed and raised his hand to his chin, cementing her embarrassment as he repeated the gesture of appreciation he’d given the waitress at the restaurant. “Thank you.”

Chapter Twelve

Savannah beganto sulk as Keenan pressed a firm, chuckling kiss on her lips and then sauntered his sexy, jean-covered ass to the bathroom.

There wasn’t a definition in the Oxford dictionary to explain her humiliation. It was too profound for words.

“Don’t mind me,” she muttered and grabbed the robe nestled behind her bottom. “I’m just ruining that perfect moment, one breath at a time.”

She shrugged her arms into the heavy material and secured the tie around her waist. A rush of water sounded from the bathroom and the faucet was quickly turned off again, followed by the unmistakable grate of an ascending zipper.

He strolled back into the room, the ends of his hair dripping with water, his face glistening and his expression set with determination. He didn’t stop his progression until he was upon her, kissing the humiliation from her system.

His lips defied comprehension. They took away her thoughts and cognitive skills.

He lifted her, cradling her body in his arms as he circled to the bed and placed her on the coverings.

She remained quiet, unwilling to risk embarrassing herself again as he lay on his side next to her, peering down at her in whimsy or maybe thoughtfulness. It was a look he hadn’t gifted upon her before.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” she whispered.

She felt like a princess under his gaze. A goddess. Someone worthy of worship.

Respect had always been a companion in her career. People admired her professional skills and business mind. But this wasn’t comparable. The way he revered her was unlike anything she’d experienced. It was too powerful to be real.

He pursed his lips, a silentshhdrifting between them as he slowly untied her robe with one hand. The lapels fell open, exposing her belly, and lower, all the way down to her toes. With teasing fingers, he trailed his touch over her skin, back and forth, over and under. The exploration wasn’t sexual, it was far more meaningful than that.

He treasured her with his fingertips and made the casual act of what they just shared into something with depth. Something she wasn’t prepared for.

“Stop.”

His focus gradually lifted to her eyes, but he didn’t comply, he didn’t quit moving his fingers in a nonsensical trail that made blood rush through her ears at a painful pace.

“I want to know you.”

His gaze didn’t change, didn’t even flicker. He looked at her like he knew all her secrets, yet she didn’t even know his full name. “What makes you tick, Keenan?”

He didn’t respond. He simply kept drowning her in his touch. Rough skin against soft flesh.

“Come on. Give me something. Do you have any siblings?”

He grinned, shook his head in exasperation and pulled his cell from his pocket. Her stomach flittered with excitement. She was finally going to get some answers. She wasn’t even disappointed when he furthered the distance between them to rest his back against the headboard.

He typed into the device in his hands and flashed the screen at her.I’m an only child. You?

“I’m the same.” She rolled onto her stomach, her lips too damn close to the muscles surrounding his ribs, and looked up at him. “What about work? What do you do?”

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