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That makes him smirk, but I shake my head.
“It’s true. You can laugh all you want, but you’re freaking gorgeous.”
He slowly shakes his head and reaches for me, gently now that the tempo has slowed just a bit.
With my eyes pinned to his, I reach up and pull the elastic band out of my hair, then shake my head so it falls loose around my shoulders.
Keaton narrows his eyes, and his hands clench into fists at his side.
I pull my top over my head and let it fall, then work on the rest of my clothes. I move efficiently, but I don’t hurry because watching Keaton’s eyes burn and his jaw clench as I undress is a huge ego booster.
He doesn’t have to use words to show me that he thinks I’m attractive.
It’s written all over his god-like face.
Once we’re both standing here, naked as can be, I reach for him, but he shakes his head.
“Stay like this. Just for a minute.” His voice is rough, his eyes hot. “Goddamn, Sid.”
I wait, holding my breath, watching emotion roll over his features. Lust, possessiveness, affection, and back to lust again.
“If you don’t touch me soon,” I warn him, “I’m going to have to start touching myself.”
His eyebrows wing up. “Lie on the bed.”
He doesn’t have to ask me twice. I climb onto the mattress and lie back, expecting him to climb on with me.
Except, he doesn’t.
“Spread your legs.”
“You can’t be serious.”
He doesn’t respond, simply waits for me to comply. I’ve had men look at me down there before. Hell, Keaton has been down there.
But I’ve never just spread my legs and put on a show.
“I might be too shy for this.” I cringe and cover my face with my hands, totally self-conscious.
“No way, babe.” He shakes his head and sits on the end of the bed now, making me feel a little more comfortable, so I spread my fingers to see him. “You’re fucking beautiful. You’re safe with me.”
“I know that.”
“If you’re uncomfortable, just say so. I don’t want you to do anything that you’re not 100 percent okay with, and I mean that.”
I relax against the pillows, hands resting on my belly, still watching him.
“You okay?” he asks and reaches out to rub his hand up and down my leg. His touch soothes me.
“Yeah, I’m okay.”
“Good girl.” He smiles, just the edge of his lips tipping up in that sexy way I love so much. “Will you please open these remarkable legs for me?”
Slowly, I do as he asks, bracing my feet on the covers, knees bent, pussy exposed.
“Jesus Christ, you’re beautiful.” Those green eyes flick up to mine. “I’d like to watch you touch yourself.”
“It’s so much better when you do the touching.”
“I’ll reward you with all the touching you can handle.”
I bite my lip and, a little self-consciously, let my hand glide down my torso, over my navel, and when I get to my core, I pause.
Keaton licks his lips, but he’s not watching my hand at all. He’s watching my face.
“I want to see what you do to yourself when you think of me.”
This isn’t what I was expecting at all. It makes me a little bolder, and my fingers drift down, into my already wet folds, over my hard clit.
I inhale sharply, and his eyes narrow.
I moan, and he swears under his breath.
I close my eyes, and I’m suddenly under him, his lips pressed to mine, his hand over my own as he guides my fingers through me, over me, in me.
“So much better,” I moan against his lips, and mentally beg him not to stop the magic he’s doing with his hand over mine.
Finally, he guides my hand up to his lips, pulls my wet finger into his mouth, and sucks on it.
“Need you,” I whisper as he lowers his forehead to my own. “Never stops.”
“Shit, baby.”
I hear the packet opening, and then he’s in me, seated fully and struggling to catch his breath.
His hips begin to move in tandem with mine as I wrap my legs around him, and I know without a shadow of a doubt that we’re chasing the same release.
I grip his ass in my hands, not afraid to let my nails dig into his flesh.
When the orgasm consumes me, I cry out, holding on for dear life as wave after wave crashes over me.
And then he’s with me, shuddering with his own release.
It’s in this moment that I know, deep down, that I’ve fallen completely in love with Keaton Williams, even though I also know that it’s a mistake. He’s made it clear that he won’t ever love me back.
But I can’t help myself. It’s completely out of my control, and I know I’m going to get hurt because of it.
It’s still dark outside when I wake. When I reach over to Keaton’s side of the bed, the sheets are cool, and he’s gone.
