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“Good,” he said as he took a step back and his thumbs trailed along her thong before pulling it down her legs.
Once she was completely naked, he gathered her hair at the nape of her neck. His knuckles grazed her skin as he moved her hair so it fell over her shoulder, revealing her bare upper back. Leaning down, he pressed his lips to her right, then left shoulder blade as his fingertips trailed down her arms.
She sucked in a shaky breath as he continued to kiss the base of her neck, then down her spine before covering the entirety of her back and ass cheeks. He took his time, making sure his lips touched every inch of her bare skin. When he moved even lower, to the back of her thighs, he felt her legs begin to tremble beneath her. He stood, picked her up, and carried her to the bed.
Once he laid her down on her back, he straightened back up and removed his tie. Then unbuttoned his shirt and took it off before unzipping his slacks and stepping out of his pants and boxer briefs.
He could feel her heated stare devouring his naked body. Her gaze left a trail of warm tingles on his skin everywhere she looked. That was how connected he was to her. She didn’t even have to touch him, and he felt her.
Lowering onto the bed he shifted so he was on his side next to Avery who was flat on her back. He propped himself up on his forearm, leaving the other free to roam at will. Keaton ran his fingers over her bare chest. He traced her areolas, then her nipples, then the side of her breast, then the bottom before starting the entire process again. Her nipples hardened with each pass of his fingertip.
She watched as he lazily explored her body, her breathing growing more and more shallow. When he moved his hand lower over her belly, it trembled. When the tips of his fingers brushed over the tiny patch of hair on the top of her sex, she parted her legs for him just enough so that he could dip his hand between her thighs.
As his fingers slid up and down the slickness of her sex, his cock throbbed heavily against the side of her hip. Her eyes lifted to his as she reached down and began to stroke him with her hand. They stared into each other’s eyes, as their hands pleasured one another. His fingers circled her clit, as she tightened her grip around him as she massaged his manhood.
When he felt a surge of pre-release shoot through his cock, he knew that if she didn’t stop touching him, he was going to lose it. Since he didn’t want that to happen, he shifted his body and positioned his face between her legs.
His shoulders pressed her thighs farther apart as his breath fanned her glistening sex. As much as he wanted to taste her, he wanted to watch her come more. So instead of placing his mouth over her pussy, he used his fingers to tease her. With one hand he spread her open and the other traced her seam which was wet and pulsing.
He felt the bed dip and he lifted his gaze to see that she’d propped herself up on her forearms so she could watch him. He could see in her eyes and feel in her body just how turned on she was. He continued intimately massaging her slit, paying extra attention to the base until he saw her opening clenching, signaling she was close to the edge. Only then did he touch her most needy spot. He brushed his forefinger over her swollen clit, once, twice, and on the third swipe, her head fell back, and she cried out in release.
Arousal coated his fingers and as she rode out her climax, he continued to touch her. He kept touching her until she collapsed onto her back spent and satisfied.
Tonight was all about her pleasure. He didn’t want to rush with her, not with her body and not with her emotions. It might be too soon to tell her he was in love with her, but he was going to show her that he loved her. With every touch, every kiss, every orgasm, she would feel his love.
* * *
Avery lay on her back and felt tears prick the back of her eyes as one slid down her cheek. She wasn’t sure why she was crying. Maybe because she was so overwhelmed that this was actually happening. She and Keaton Savage were a couple—even if it was just a reality TV show couple. The man who she’d never been able to forget. The man who had stolen her heart five years ago and had never given it back. And not only were they matched up together, they were spending the entire night in the honeymoon suite. That’s not what the show was calling it, they referred to this room as the luxury suite, but that’s what it was.
It was all too much in the best possible way.
Keaton pushed up to a seated position and sat back on his heels as his hands ran up and down Avery’s thighs, stopping at the apex of her legs. Each time his fingers would reach her hips, his thumbs would brush along the crease between the top of her inner thighs and her delicate folds. He was careful not to touch her clit which was very sensitive thanks to the climax he’d just given her.
“Do you know how many nights I’ve thought about this? I’ve dreamed about what it would be like to have you all to myself, all night, in a bed, no interruptions?” he asked as he bent over and placed kisses on her belly.
Her hands threaded through his hair. “How many nights?”
He lifted up so that he was hovering above her. His face was just inches from hers as his body settled between her legs. Her inner walls were pulsating with need as his rock-hard shaft rubbed along her feminine folds.
She looked down as he reached between their bodies and took himself in his hand then pushed inside of her with excruciating slowness as he said, “All of them. Every night.”
“Me too,” she breathed out.
When he filled her completely his forearms framed her face as his forehead rested against hers. The sweet heat of his breath fanned over her as she waited, anxiously for him to move. Her body was growing restless beneath him. As amazing as the pressure of him being inside of her, even perfectly still, felt, she knew the ecstasy waiting for her when he moved.
She stared up into his eyes and became overwhelmed at the realization that they weren’t just going to have this. Tonight wasn’t going to be just sex and then she wouldn’t know when or if she would see him again. She was going to spend the entire night with him. She was going to fall asleep and wake up in his arms. The tears that had threatened to fall before, made another appearance.
“What’s wrong? Do you want to stop?” he asked tenderly.
She sniffed away her emotion and shook her head. “No, I don’t want to stop. I’m happy. Justso happywe have tonight.”
“Tonight is never going to be enough,” he gritted out as he pulled out and drove into her with just enough force to sting.
Her back arched as she wrapped her arms around his neck, holding onto him as he began to thrust in and out of her body. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders. She loved the sensation of his muscles straining beneath her touch. His hips moved with a smooth, steady motion that set her body on fire. He quickly found a rhythm that felt like he was created, he was put on this earth, solely for her pleasure.
She loved the weight of his body above her. She loved the pressure of his outer thighs against her inner thighs. She loved the sting of pain that morphed into pleasure as he drove into her, over and over again, stretching her body to its limit. She loved the sensation of his breath as it fanned over her face. She loved the possessiveness in his touch as he gripped her hips so hard she was sure he would leave a mark.
The tears that had filled her eyes returned as she did her best to fight the inevitable fall that she was already experiencing. She loved Keaton Savage. Perhaps naïvely, but that didn’t change the fact that she did. She was pretty sure she’d loved him since the first time she’d seen him after she’d scared off the coyote.
