Page 55 of Undeniably Unexpected (Boston’s Irresistible Billionaires #6)
Her fingers tighten around mine, her pretty green eyes glistening with emotion. “What do you want?”
“Everything,” I say without hesitation. “All of it. Everything we had on the island and more. Now. You, here, me, us. I want your organizational mania and your terrible cooking experiments that you think are delicious and the way you hog the covers?—”
“My cooking is not terrible,” she protests weakly.
“It’s creative,” I amend diplomatically.
“Your eggs were terrifying. I think there is a reason why Kenna mostly cooks. Regardless, I want the sound of your keyboard clacking because you’re on a deadline.
I want your off-key singing in the shower, which yes, you do, so don’t bother arguing.
I want your meticulousness and perfection and coffee at all hours, oftentimes in different mugs.
I want the fact that you hate tea but are willing to try it for me.
I want how you protect Fen as if you love him as much as I do.
I want to argue about whether the manny we hire is the sort of bloke we can trust not only with Fen, but with all our children one day. ”
I hadn’t planned to say all of this. I’d practiced something more restrained, more cautious. But standing here, watching her eyes go liquid with emotion, I can’t find those careful words.
“I love you,” I say simply. “I never thought I could say that to anyone and mean it. Not like this. I’ve hidden my feelings and bottled up my love for so long.
I’ve spent my life running in the other direction, but I can’t help but run toward you.
I love you so much, Keegan Fritz, and I want this life with you. ”
She touches my face with trembling fingers. “I was so careful not to hope for this.”
“Hope for it now,” I whisper, turning my face to kiss her palm. “Trust that it’s real and not just a holiday fling or a safety net so I keep Fen. Say yes because you love me too, and it feels good to be reckless and defy the odds.”
Instead of answering, she rises on her toes and presses her mouth to mine. The kiss is soft at first, a feather touch that asks permission. I grant it by pulling her closer, one hand at the small of her back, the other buried in the thickness of her hair.
“Okay,” she murmurs against my lips. “Yes.”
The word ignites something within me. I deepen the kiss, walking her backward until she meets the edge of the desk.
Her hands aren’t idle either. They move beneath my shirt, cool against the heat of my skin.
I begin working on the zipper of her dress.
My fingers, usually so dexterous, fumble with the tiny metal latch.
“You’re shaking,” she observes, her voice husky.
“I’m always shaking with you. Though I was afraid you’d say no.”
“How could anyone say no to this? To you?”
Her dress finally surrenders, revealing a lacy bra and matching thong that makes my mouth go dry. I reach behind her to unfasten her bra, and she shrugs it off, letting it fall to the floor between us.
She’s beautiful in the half-light from the city. All freckled skin and soft, voluptuous curves. I’ve seen her like this dozens of times, but it feels different here, in this space that will be ours. As if we’re christening a future.
“You’re staring,” she accuses with a coy smirk, sliding herself further onto the desk and not caring about the windows behind her.
I catch her wrists gently. “I plan to do a whole lot more than stare.” I lower my mouth to the slope of her breast, tracing the lines of her soft skin with my tongue.
She arches into the contact, her fingers threading through my hair, guiding me where she wants me.
I follow willingly, taking a nipple into my mouth and rolling it gently between my teeth until I feel her shudder.
I cup her and bring more of her into my mouth, sucking deeply, unable to get enough of the feel of her.
It sets her off. Her nails scrape down my back until she’s tearing at the hem of my shirt. It makes me chuckle as I nip and lick at her. I kneel and press open-mouthed kisses to the inside of one thigh. Then her other as my fingers trickle along her knees and swirl up toward her pussy.
“You motherfucker, I swear, if you tease me right now…”
Forget chuckling, I collapse back to my haunches and stare up at her, losing my mind.
“You just called me a motherfucker for kissing your inner thighs?”
“I’m just saying that you like to tease after intense moments, and I’ve been wound up since that press conference. I am not to be trifled with.”
I drag my finger up and down her slit over her lacy thong. “So you don’t want me to do that?”
She shakes her head, but now she’s biting her lip, and with her red hair spilling all around her and her large breasts showing evidence of my mouth and hands, I am in serious peril of coming on the spot.
“No licking your sweet cunt then?”
“You can lick it later.”
“Hmm.” I think about that. “Just a taste then?” I grin when something occurs to me. I pull her off the desk and flip her around so her hands press into the wood and she faces the windows.
I slip off her thong, loving how she moans. Keegan needs it, and she needs it now. There is no denying that. And with how keyed up she is, I wonder if she’ll let me play a bit.
I kneel behind her, split her arse cheeks, and shove my tongue right in there.
“Holy fucking hell, Loomis!” she screams, and I grin, giving her arse a good smack and loving how it jiggles against my face. Fuck, if that’s not hot.
I dip a finger inside her soaking wet cunt and use it to rub her clit as I continue to lick and eat at her ass. And because Keegan is a sweet little mermaid on the outside and a total Jessica Rabbit on the inside, she rocks back into me and seeks more of my mouth as I work her clit in tandem.
I really, seriously, desperately want to fuck her ass. And I will. Tonight. Back at my place later and with a lot of lube. But for now, I’m going to fuck it with my mouth and my fingers. And she’ll love every second of it.