Page 45 of Harbor (The Wanderers 3)

No one had kissed her in a few days though, and somehow in this new confusing world, she’d missed the contact. The closeness. She’d begun to feel oddly desperate for one of them to touch her. For their lips to consume hers.

Every time one of them came near her, her heart rate picked up. When their fingers grazed her, she shivered. When they stretched her and guided her through hours of exercises, she ended up panting and flushed and needy.

Until the moment when she’d so brazenly asked for what she wanted, she hadn’t let herself focus on the fact that she’d been softening to them more and more with every passing hour.

She didn’t flinch when they touched her thighs. She’d stopped panicking every time one of them held her hand, threaded their fingers together, or gave her a squeeze.

Maya had no idea what any of that meant, but she didn’t have the strength to deny she wanted more. Not any longer.

“Keanu…” she murmured against his lips as he lazily nibbled around her mouth.

“Mmm.” His lips trailed to her ear, and he bit down on her earlobe playfully.

She squirmed, consumed with the need for more. It was a foreign feeling. One she’d gotten a peek at a few other times this week but hadn’t allowed herself to confront.

Desire was thick in the air. It had been building while she’d been ignoring it. Two days with Stuart in the cramped space had forced her to keep her mind on other things. Now that he was gone…

There were other people in the clinic though. Jesus. How could she forget Ana and Rick?

Her hand acted on its own though, as if she didn’t care who was in the clinic or the living quarters. She reached for Keanu, sliding her palm under his shirt to flatten against his warm skin.

He stopped nibbling on her ear to bring his face back to center. Holding her gaze, he smiled as she ran her fingers up and down his muscular back.

“I want you to touch me,” she whispered.

He licked his lips and glanced toward her chest. “You’re sure?”

She groaned. “Don’t make me beg. I don’t think it’s my style.”

He chuckled. “I love that you have no idea what your style might be.”

She shrugged.

His hand slid from her face down to the hem of her shirt. The moment his fingers eased underneath and came into contact with her stomach, she arched her chest.

Her eyes rolled back. From the slightest stroke of his skin against her belly. Irrational. A few days ago, she would have winced and probably punched any one of them if they’d dared touch her so intimately, even by accident. But now…

She tipped her head back and bit into her bottom lip to keep from calling out as he smoothed his hand up under her shirt, slowly inching toward her breasts.

“Look at me, Maya,” he commanded.

She dropped her gaze, her vision bleary. “Hmm?”

“I want your eyes on mine so you’ll know without a doubt who’s touching you. So you don’t panic.”

She nodded, biting into her lip harder. It would be mortifying for anyone to hear her moaning, especially the patient and her man who’d come here after a severely traumatic experience. What was Maya thinking letting her lust overcome her with guests in the small space?

She flinched and glanced at the door. The bed wasn’t angled to face the door. Unless someone stepped right into the door frame, they wouldn’t see a thing. Advic might. Dario might. Rick and Ana wouldn’t.

“Would you like me to shut the door, hon?”

She jerked her gaze to his and shook her head. “No. That’d be weirder.”

He smiled. “You think you can stay quiet if I touch your nipple?” His hand slid higher, his fingers grazing the edge of her breast.

Her mouth fell open and she shuddered, a whimper escaping her lips. “No,” she answered honestly.

He chuckled softly. “Doesn’t seem like it.” When he teased her breast, she arched her chest again, biting into her lip. “Eyes, hon. Look at me.”

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