Page 133 of Zero Chance

I’d spent the last week thinking he didn’t want me.That he despised me and was avoiding his own ghost mother just to stay away from me.It’d been the worst, crushing sensation.And to learn I was wrong?—

Well, I needed proof—physical confirmation—that he really did find me desirable and worthy.I had a need that went far and beyond the tangible.

And so I led him into the room.

He closed the door behind us, and I heard the lock click.As I gazed around me, trying to see the quiet room from Keene’s perspective, he stepped past me, paying no attention to the couch in the middle, the sitting chair to the side, or the television against one wall with bookshelves full of popular novels stretching up toward the ceiling on the opposite side of the room.

He ignored the side table with the soft glowing lamp on it and all the inspirational posters tacked everywhere, full of encouragement and hope.

No, he went straight to the windows and flipped the blinds to give us more privacy.

When he turned back, his attention was only for me.

“Jesus,” he murmured, his eyes darkening as his gaze skimmed over me.“I don’t even know where to start.”

That was all I needed to hear.Stepping close, I set a hand on his shoulder and leaned toward his ear.“How about like this?”And I pressed a kiss to the side of his throat, just under his jawline.

His shoulder muscles under my hand tensed and shifted, providing me with the only warning he gave before he groaned and twisted, turning toward me and cupping my face.He drew me up onto my toes and kissed me.

Our lips melded and tongues chased each other as he sank one hand into my hair and angled me to take more.I abandoned my grip on his shoulder to clutch the front of his shirt.Dizziness assailed me, and I momentarily felt like I was falling.But I didn’t even care.Because I was falling with Keene.

He centered and grounded me while his free hand slid down my side, into the slight dip at my waist, then over my hip and around until it curled over my bottom and just below, hooking the back of my thigh.

A second later, I was hoisted up and spun until my back met the wall.The breath was knocked out of me, but he kept kissing me through all of it, becoming the air I needed as he devoured my mouth.

I twined my legs around his waist and hooked my ankles at the base of his spine, gripping his shoulders again.

Murmuring his muffled approval against my lips, he pressed his hips in and pinned me to the brick with his erection, letting me feel the full extent of his arousal right between my legs.Hard and hot, it demanded entrance with no regard for the layers of clothes between us.

All the while, our kissing morphed into something only legends were made of.When he finally tore his mouth from mine, he sagged his body against me, breathing heavily and trying to recover.Brows plastered together, he took a moment to catch his wind before panting, “God, I love your mouth.”

But he didn’t return to it.Instead, he put his lips to my throat and began to nip with his teeth, causing a whole new ripple of pleasure to take over.

“Keene,” I pleaded, fumbling with the cloth of his shirt, irritated that it was in my way.

With a husky chuckle, he breathed, “Let me help with that.”Pulling his face back enough to wink at me, he reached behind his head with one hand and ripped the shirt up and off him.

I whimpered, and my lips parted as I took in the brief glimpse I received of golden-tanned and toned shoulders before he kissed me again.My hand skated over the warmly packed muscles of his back, and he growled as if insisting I continue just before he tore my back from the wall and wheeled me around again to lower me onto the couch.

Falling down with me so he could land on top, he rose up enough to narrow his attention to my waist so he could grip my pants and start to peel them down.But the moment he glanced up to send me an elated grin of sweet anticipation, he only paused to groan in agony and cup my cheek.

“God, I want to slow this down and savor every fucking moment almost as much as I want to shred these pants from your legs and pound my cock into you until you don’t even know how to walk right anymore.”

I shuddered, taking a moment to gain a breath, and then said, “Savor later, pound now.”

His lashes fluttered as he made a face of sublime enjoyment, and he looked into my eyes as he removed my pants.“This is why it had to be you.”

My thighs quivered from his intense, hungry stare, and once the only thing covering me from the bottom half down was my underwear, he finally dropped his gaze.

His breath released in a rush, and he shook his head.“These panties are mine now,” he claimed, reaching for their waistband.“Don’t even think about trying to steal them back.”

Despite his claim for needing speed, he slid the cloth over my hips and down my legs with agonizing slowness.

As the air hit my exposed bits, I shuddered and felt my nipples pearl.Goosebumps spread up my arms and legs.

Keene seemed to notice the prickles on my thighs as he tugged my panties from around my ankles.Murmuring a sympathetic sound, he slid his hands up the outsides of my legs to warm me before kissing my knee.His gaze fell between my thighs.

“Now that is one pretty pussy,” he murmured, shaking his head in awe before lowering his mouth toward it.

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