Page 65 of Undeniably

Her furious eyes meet mine. “No. Not at all.”

“Really? Seems like you were jealous. Why didn’t you just come over and stake your claim?”

“Oh, you mean walk up and rip those fake fucking extensions out before punching her in her botoxed-ass lips. Maybe busting her surgically improved nose. I don’t know why I wouldn’t do that. Do you, Keaton?” The sarcasm in her voice turns me on.

“Fuck, I love that smart mouth of yours.” I pull her into me, kissing her lips.

She gives in a moment before pushing back. “We are not kissing. I’m trying to be angry at you, dammit. Let me be angry.”

My dick hardens in my pants. There's something to say about the fury of a woman. It’s sexy as fuck. Well, maybe only this woman. Dropping my hands from her side, I don’t miss the slight disappointment in her eyes.

“Fine. Be mad at me. You have five minutes, so get it all out. Then my lips and yours are going to become very well acquainted.”

I can see the fury still in her eyes, but heat creeps in as well. I think she’ll take me up on my offer, but I’m surprised when she moves closer instead.

“Fuck it,” she murmurs almost to herself before she fuses her lips with mine.

Not one to look a gifted horse in the mouth, I set my hands at their rightful place on her hips and pull her into me until one wouldn’t be able to tell where I end and she begins. As things heat between us, I don’t miss the way her hands sneak under my shirt, trailing up and down my chest. My hands make their own journey down to her ass, squeezing and kneading in time with our kisses. It’s not until I feel her grind into me that I realize just how far this has gone. I didn’t intend to take her for the first time in a bathroom at some house party.

Pulling away, I feel a sense of satisfaction at her bruised lips and the pink tinging her face.

“Why did you stop?” she asks as she pulls me closer.

I lean in, not able to resist kissing her mouth once more. “As much as I would love to continue this, you’re not just some chick. You’re more than that. You deserve better than a bathroom fuck.” I reach out, brushing the hair from her face.

“Fuck that, Keat.” She presses closer. “You can’t turn me on, get me wet and ready, then bail. That’s inhumane.”

“I don’t want to take advantage of you,” I whisper, my control waning.

“You’re not. I want this. Badly. Please. You owe me.”

My resolve cracks. I won’t fuck her. That wouldn’t be right. I have way more respect for her than that. However, I can make her feel good.

Gripping her hips, I lift her, placing her on the edge of the vanity. “You want to feel good, baby?”

Leaning in, she kisses my lips before trailing them back to my ear.

“Make me feel the way only you can make me feel, Keat. Make me scream your name.”

Challenge fucking accepted.

I roll my hips into her, not missing the gasp that falls from her lips. I squeeze her hips once before letting my hands make their way up her body underneath my hoodie. Hell, if we’re being honest, that hoodie is fucking hers now. I wish she would wear it every fucking day like a brand telling everyone she’s mine.

I curse under my breath when I realize she isn’t wearing anything under it. Not even a bra.

“You’re trying to kill me.” I don’t hide the anguish in my voice, my mind reeling at the thought of her being braless this whole time.

“I wanted to feel you against me. Even if it was just your sweatshirt.”

Her breaths come faster as I continue to rock into her. I can tell I’m hitting the right spot as her moans take hold, becoming more frequent. As I caress her breasts, she pushes them more into me, and her hands weave their way around my neck. When I pinch one, she arches into me, her legs tightening around my hips.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I whisper before nibbling on her neck.

“Keaton. Fuck.” She moans as I up my pace.

I can feel my release getting closer as each of her sounds of pleasure, along with the press of her nails into my skin, sends electricity through my body. My movements become jerky as my fingers continue to tweak her peaks, my pace punishing her body, knocking it more and more into the vanity.

“Don’t stop. Please. Keaton,” she screams, her body going rigid under me.

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