Page 36 of Trails of Temptation

Looking down at Keely tangled in my sheets had me hard again. I wanted nothing more than to rip those sheets away from her body and ravish her right there on the floor again, just like last night. But something in her eyes gave me pause. That look, I realized, that told me she was waiting for me to say we couldn’t do this. That the world was stacked against us.

“You’re mine,” I said with all the strength I possessed. “I’m done fighting this, Keely. I told you I wanted you, that I wanted to figure this out with you, but that’s not the whole truth.”

She swallowed hard, the column of her throat bobbing with effort as I took a step into the room and shut the door behind me, closing us in. There was nowhere else to go right now. I had the day off since I was leaving for Helena in a few hours. Keely, well, she was supposed to be up at the big house tending to Moira but I’d already called Grant and told him she was busy for a while.

“I want you more than I can even say,” I began, holding my hands up in surrender as I slowly walked toward her. “I want a life with you. I want your help making this house a home. I want you to be the father of your children. I want to sit out on our front porch while our grandkids play when we’re old and gray. I want that, with you, everything else be damned.”

She relaxed a bit but shot me a somewhat dirty looked as she sniffed indignantly and tilted her chin.

“Thanks.”

“Thanks?”

“For finally coming to your senses.”

I pursed my lips as I narrowed my eyes at her. So, I’d been right. She’d been expecting a fight.

“What do you want me to do, Keely, get down on my knees and beg for your forgiveness?”

“That would be a start—” She squealed as I closed the distance between us in one quick stride and yanked the sheets away from her. Her skin pebbled with gooseflesh as the cool morning air touched her skin, and she gasped as I knelt in front of her and kissed her just below the navel.

My hands gripped her perfectly round ass as I rasped against her skin, “I was a stupid man, and I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you.” I kissed her just above the apex of her supple thighs, relishing in the way the breath caught in her throat and her eyelids fluttered. “If you want me to beg on my knees for your forgiveness, I will.” I kissed lower, pulling her closer. Her fingers tangled in my hair, her breath coming out in a shallow, trembling moan. “Do you forgive me?” I whispered, then kissed her clit. She jerked but I held her still, grinning like a beast as her toes curled over the hardwood floors. I licked her sex, finding her absolutely drenched already. “You’re so sweet, Keely,” I growled, licking her again. “Like honey.”

“Oh, God,” she panted, closing her eyes. “George—”

It was taking all of the strength I had not to drag her down onto the floor and fuck her like I wanted to. This was for her, not me. Not right now, at least.

I had her screaming when I added my fingers to the mix. She liked that. I was taking notes while she was falling apart in my hands. She clamped down around my fingers and I hissed with satisfaction, looking up into her face as she came undone.

That was when I threw her onto the bed and had my way with her, pinning her wrists above her head and fucking her like it was my last day on earth and she was the last thing I’d ever touch. Keely made me feel alive for the first time in two decades, and I was a fool for denying myself of her.

But just when I was about to come, she dug her heels into my spine and flipped me over onto my back, pinning my arms against the bed. She hovered above me, her eyes open and fixed on mine. She slid her sex up and down my cock so slowly I growled with impatience.

“We’re supposed to be having a serious conversation right now,” she teased, grinning like a cat at my expense. She slammed down, smiling broadly as I grunted and tried to get out from beneath her iron grip on my arms. I wanted to take her by the waist, but she dug her nails into my skin, shaking her head.

“Are you trying to kill me?”

“That depends,” she teased. “Are you going to leave me high and dry again?”

“Hell no,” I panted as she started her agonizingly slow movements, swirling her hips. Her breasts bounced—full and tantalizing, and I wanted nothing more than to touch them, to kiss them, to take her nipples between my teeth. “You’re mine, forever.”

“Promise me—”

“I vow on my fucking life. I was stupid to ever let you think I felt any different about you, Keely. I want you, and I have for over two years. I haven’t stopped thinking about you for a fucking second every single damn day,” I said through gritted teeth as she picked up the pace.

She leaned forward and kissed me, releasing me from her grip. I wrapped my arms around her and held her close as I rolled her back over and took my time with her body, making love to her like I wanted to, like I needed to. It was slow and passionate. I kissed every inch of her body and had her trembling beneath me, her breath coming in gasps. I held off until her muscles squeezed around me, then let myself unravel completely in her arms.

We didn’t move for an hour. We just lay there, her head on my chest, and talked.

“The breakfast I made is cold by now,” I said softly, my fingertips trailing up and down her spine.

“Grant is going to fire me,” she breathed.

“No, he’s not.”

“I’m supposed to be there right now—”

“I called him this morning and told him you were here. He said to stay, he has it handled.”

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