Page 46 of Harbor (The Wanderers 3)

She dropped her gaze again, blinking.

She expected him to palm her boob, squeeze it. But that’s not what he did. Instead, he pushed her shirt up, exposing her breasts to the room, and danced his fingers lightly around the globe.

It was maddening. “Keanu,” she begged.

He covered her lips with one finger. “No sounds, hon.”

She swallowed at the absurdity of his request.

He glanced at her chest, which made her flush. Watching his finger, he circled her nipple, making it grow harder and swollen without touching it. The moment he flicked his thumb over the distended tip, she moaned.

Keanu lowered his lips to hers and kissed her again, but he tugged her shirt back over her breasts, smoothing the material over her stomach.

She trembled, squirming under him. Why was he stopping?

When he released her lips, he kept his face close to hers, holding her gaze. “I can’t stand the idea of you keeping quiet the first time I really touch you. I want you to have the freedom to make all the noise you’d like. I want to hear the passion in your voice and enjoy every single whimper.”

She pursed her lips. Damn. Just, damn.

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