Page 71 of Heal Me, Love Me

He looked at my grip around his wrists, then back at me. “What are you doing?”

“Taking my time.”

“I don’t want you to.”

“Too bad.”

He moved beneath me, rubbing his cock against mine through our shorts. My mouth moved to his neck, kissing along the side before I bit him. His arms pulled against my hold, but I kept his wrists pinned to the mattress.

“Ro.”

“Patience, baby. Trust me.”

When I kissed him again, he stopped fighting the hold, but he rocked up against me again, rubbing against my shaft hard enough to pull a curse from me.

“Shit. Arms up,” I ordered.

He lifted them, and I stripped his shirt over his head before tossing it with mine. He dropped back against the pillows, his hair falling around his face, and his cock hard beneath his shorts. The look he gave me said I was taking too damn long.

I licked down his chest and over his stomach, then stopped at the waistband of his athletic shorts. “These too.”

“Finally.”

“Keep complaining.”

“Or you’ll what?”

I held his stare while I worked his shorts and boxers down his legs. “Do you want to find out, or just let me devour you?”

He lifted enough to help, and I stripped the rest of his clothes off before moving between his legs again.

“That’s what I thought.” I smirked.

“Shut up.”

His erection lay hard against his stomach, and the second my fist wrapped around him, he bucked. “Fuck.”

I stroked him once, slow and firm. “Still want to complain?”

“No.”

“Good.”

Keaton tugged my hair until my mouth was back on his. I kissed him while I stroked his cock, and he thrust into my fist with no patience at all. While my hand stayed on him, I moved lower to kiss the skin just below his navel. His fingers caught in my hair when he realized where I was headed. “Ro.”

I glanced up at him. “What?”

“Hurry,” he panted.

I took him into my mouth, and his hand fisted in my hair.

“Fuck, your mouth feels so good.”

I dragged my hand lower, cupping his balls as I took him deeper, and his thighs spread wider beneath me.

“Don’t stop,” he breathed.

I didn’t, and every time his hips tried to lift, I held him down and took more, letting him feel exactly how little control I was giving him.