Page 48 of Keep Him Like Secrets

A rumble of approval moved through him. His arm slid around my lower back, hauling me against him as my lips grew harder, hungrier.

My hands slid up, wrapping around the back of his neck, crushing my chest to his.

For a long moment, he just held me.

But it wasn’t long before his hands started to roam down my back, then sank into my ass, using it to drag me more firmly against him.

A throaty whimper escaped me at the feel of his hardness pressing against me.

Soren’s hands started to gather my skirt, pulling it upward. My skin prickled, and it was impossible to tell if it was the chill or the heat of my desire.

I expected, as my skirt gathered around my waist, that his hand would shift down, slip between my thighs, tease me like he’d done at my office.

But as soon as my skirt was out of the way, he whipped around, pressing me back against the wall, then going down on his knees before me.

My breath caught.

At the change.

In anticipation.

But, perhaps more so, at the look of pure… veneration on his face. Like there was nowhere else in the world he wanted to be but down on his knees, worshipping me.

A delicious swooping sensation moved through me as I looked down at him.

Keeping his gaze on me, his hand slid up my thigh, grabbing the material of my panties, then slowly lowering them down.

I stepped out of them without thinking about it, unable to focus on anything but the look in his dark eyes as he reached for my knee, lifting it up.

Turning his head, but keeping eye contact, he pressed a kiss to the inside of my knee before sliding it over his shoulder.

My insides felt like they were trembling as he finally broke the eye contact as his head ducked.

His warm breath whispered across my skin and his soft hair tickled my thighs as he moved closer.

A shudder moved through me as his tongue teased up my cleft.

My hand moved out, slipping into his silky hair, holding him against me as his tongue found my clit and started to move gently around it.

Everything about him was slow, soft, patient. Like there was nowhere he’d rather be and nothing he’d rather be doing than pleasing me.

The part of me that had never known such reverence from a man before—especially not intimately—wanted to stay lost in the sensations, in the sweetness. But there was no reasoning with my desire as it grew, as it became clawing and desperate.

My fingers tightened in his hair as my hips rocked against his mouth.

“Soren…” I whimpered, feeling that telltale tightening, that airless sensation as my muscles tensed.

Knowing how close I was, Soren’s tongue kept that same perfect pace. Until, with a slow, deep pulse, the orgasm worked through me. The waves pulled me under again and again, a deep, hard, pulsing pleasure that had my whole body shaking.

I gasped for breath when the climax finally released its grip on me.

But Soren surprised me by not moving away.

His tongue moved away from my too-sensitive clit, but kept lavishing over me—sliding up and down my cleft, tasting, teasing.

It seemed impossible, but it wasn’t long before my body started to climb once again, the need drifting from a sweet fluttering to a clawing need once again.

My hips rocked, and needy little whimpers escaped me.

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