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“Baby, talk to me.”
“I don’t know what you mean,” I lie, cursing the tears that begin to well in my eyes.
I try to look away, but his hand gently pulls my face back to his.
“Yes, you do,” he nods, urging me on.
“There’s nothing to say. I have everything under control, and I need to stay focused on getting my life back in order.”
His brows furrow as he takes my face in his hands, cupping it gently as he leans forward and presses a kiss to my forehead.
My chest cracks open at that point. One single stupid forehead kiss and I want to fall into his waiting arms. What in the hell is he doing to me?
“Let me in. Please Keaton. You don’t have to be strong all the time.”
With that, the tears I’ve been holding at bay slide down my cheeks and I sag forward into him. As if I were finally given permission to not be okay, even for just a moment.
His strong arms pull me into him, and I know that there is going to be no getting rid of him. Not that I ever really wanted to.
I pull back to look up into his eyes, and whatever admission I planned on making is going to have to wait. I grab the back of his head and bring his mouth down to mine, kissing him the way I’ve wanted to since the race that weekend.
Bodhi’s lips break into a smile, his lips moving over mine as he says, “There she is.”
“Shut up and kiss me,” I say, and he does.
Chapter 38
Like a switch was flipped, Keaton wraps herself around me. Whatever reservations she had just moments ago were gone. Though I know it’s not for good, and that eventually we are going to have to sit down and lay it all out if we are going to make this work. I’m not one to give up easily, especially not on a good thing like what I know we could have. I just need her to let me in.
With my hands on her ass, I lift her onto the edge of the counter, stepping between her legs and pressing my hips into her warmth.
“Bodhi, I want to feel you,” Keaton breathes against my mouth before slipping her tongue past my parted lips, flicking the tip over the roof of my mouth.
I groan into her, pulling back to answer.
“I’m right here, Princess.”
“More,” she practically demands, and I mentally question just how far she expects this to go.
Don’t get me wrong; I’ve fantasized about being inside of her since the night I met her. But I don’t feel like now is really the time. Not when her emotions are so unsure. The last thing I want is for her to fuck and run.
Keaton pulls back, leaning away from me. And just as I’m about to express my concern, she reaches for the hem of her shirt and swiftly tugs it over her head.
I’m speechless, completely enthralled by the golden glow of her skin. Her full breasts are about to spill over the black lace bra she’s wearing. I reach out and toy with the edge, running the lace between my fingers, effectively trailing my knuckle over the swell of her breast. A smirk pulls at my mouth as I watch her skin prickle with chills.
“Anticipating something?” I arch a brow down at her, growing harder by the second.
“If I was, it sure as hell wouldn’t have been all of this talking,” she quips, panting as she reaches for my shirt and tugs.
I oblige and lift my arms, helping her to remove my shirt and grin as she tosses it somewhere behind me.
She leans back just an inch, eyes trailing over my torso in an appreciative fashion.
“See something you like?” I ask, watching the haze of lust creep into her eyes.
She reaches out, running her hands over my pecs before letting them fall, her fingertips brushing over my stomach muscles. It tickles, and I tighten my abs in response, dipping back slightly. She bites her bottom lip, staring at me from beneath her full, dark lashes, and slides her fingers into the waist of my jeans and jerks me forward. My dick grows to its full length, and I curse, trying to keep myself under control.
She starts unfastening my belt, and I place my hand over hers, stopping her progress. Her eyes flash to mine, questions burning in their amber depths.
