Page 67 of Keeper
I smirk. “Morning.”
“You look happy.” His fingers push a strand of my hair away from my forehead.
“I feel happy.” I nuzzle into his touch.
“I like seeing you happy,” he states simply.
“Is this really how it’s going to be?” I ask, resting my hands beneath my chin as I toss the serious question out there. I still can’t believe this is actually real life.
“What do you mean?” His dark brows knit and then relax.
“You and me, naked lazy Sundays…All that jazz.” I bite my nail nervously.
The corners of his mouth turn down as he ponders that thought. “Naked lazy Sundays would be difficult to achieve at Harris Sunday dinners, but I’m willing to experiment if you are.”
“You know what I mean.”
I pinch his side and he chuckles while rolling me over and sliding down my body so he can drop soft kisses on my chest and belly. “I want as many naked lazy days with you as I can get. Not just Sundays.”
“You’re doing quite well with this so far,” I state, combing my hands through his thick hair.
“Well, it’s day two…Still plenty of time for me to disappoint you,” he says to my belly.
This makes me frown. I pull his chin up so he has to look at me. “You’re not going to disappoint me, Booker. You’re my best friend, and this is already so much more than I had hoped for.” His stunning eyes soften in a way that shows me he’s thinking about something other than what we’re discussing. “You know you can talk to me about anything, right?” I add, trying to break through whatever mental dilemma he’s attacking right now.
He nods and kisses my palm. “I want to talk about that fucking vibrator you left out on the bathroom counter.”
This makes me full on belly laugh. “I know, I’m horrid.”
“You are the worst kind of tease.” He shoots up and pins my wrists to the bed, straddling my naked body. His dick is hard and resting on my belly. “I think it’s time for me to tease you the way you’ve been teasing me the last two weeks.”
I bite my lip as he thrusts his hips upward so his cock glides between my breasts. I’m tormented between giggling like a teenager and moaning like a hornball. My voice is husky when I reply, “It was all Belle and Indie’s idea. Most of it, I should say…Some of it was just dumb luck.”
He stops his thrusts. “Bubbly tits?” he asks, his head tilting.
“Total accident. That must have been fate’s way of giving me a helping hand.”
He inhales deeply, shaking his head. “I couldn’t stop staring at your chest for days.”
“I noticed,” I snicker and he drops down and attacks my neck with his morning-whiskered chin.
He pulls back and spoons me, his erection delectably stroking up and down my backside as he rolls his hips into me. Unable to stay still, I wiggle back against him, popping my butt out as far as I can.
I want him. Now. And always.
Without asking for permission, he slides one of his glorious fingers between my folds and finds me completely ready. I was ready the moment I woke up. I was ready all night in my sleep. I don’t know if there’ll ever be a day I’m around Booker Harris and not be ready.
Shifting slightly, he positions himself behind me and spreads my legs. I gasp as he pushes himself inside, hitting a spot that rockets through me like wildfire. He begins his slow, languid thrusts, and I turn my face into the pillow and bite the fabric to keep quiet because I don’t want to break this soundless bubble we’re in. It’s not his fluid motions that are turning me on this much. It’s the intimacy behind how he’s taken me. Claimed me. Owned me. Like I’m his. I want to be his so bloody much, and that’s precisely what’s happening. This isn’t a dream.
My heartbeat increases when he reaches around and begins playing with my nipples. Every touch he places clicks all the right buttons until we’re both so frenzied, we can’t help but cry out when we finally come at the same time.
After cleaning up in the loo, we’re back in bed when Booker says, “Let’s go do something today. Like a proper date. I haven’t had a free Sunday in ages and I’d love to spend it with you.”
This makes me want to squeal like a giddy girl, and it’s not only because of the massive number of orgasms I’ve had in such a short amount of time. Instead, I nod. “That sounds cool.”
“Maybe we can explore in the woods behind our houses like old times.”
He looks at me hopefully and my face falls. I squirm out from his hold to turn away so he can’t see the anxiety on my face. Pulling the sheet against my chest, I stammer, “You have a free Sunday. Why would you want to go out to Chigwell?”
