Page 92 of Keep Me Never
He catches me staring, and I couldn’t look away if I tried. Slowly, deliberately, he steps up onto the small ledge of the side of the hot tub. He doesn’t rush in, doesn’t look away. He knows exactly what he’s doing.
Heat rushes to my cheeks, and I sink a little deeper into the water, as if it might cool me down. When he climbs in, the water ripples outward and smooth waves break against my shoulders. He settles across from me, those long, strong arms of his stretched along the rim behind him like he owns the place.
And maybe he does.
His gaze skates over me, lazy but heavy, and I feel it like a caress. It’s dark enough to feel private but just bright enough for me to see every hungry flicker in his eyes.
“You always gonna surprise me like that, Angel?” His voice is rough, a low scrape that tickles along my spine.
“I hope so,” I manage.
I’m not sure if it’s my answer or the breathy tone in which it left me, but the corners of his mouth pick up into the smallest cocky grin that does terrible,wonderfulthings to my insides. His gaze drops briefly, and when it rises again, there’s something hotter behind it, something consuming and heady, like he’s already tasting what’s about to happen between us and he can’t get enough.
The water between us ripples as he moves, slow and sure, closing the space just a little more.
My pulse stutters, then races ahead like it’s sprinting to the finish line and we haven’t even gotten started. He shifts again, and this time his foot slides up the inside of my calf under the water, slow and deliberate, until his toes hook behind my knee and draw my legs open just slightly.
“If you’re gonna keep looking at me like that,” he murmurs, voice low and thick, “I might have to do something about it.”
“Maybe that’s what I want.”
His eyes burn into mine. “Careful, Angel,” he rasps, rough and edged with something deeper. “You’re gonna start something I’m not letting you finish.”
He’s not bluffing—the man has shown me his impeccable restraint several times—but then again neither am I. He knows it; we both do.
The proof is in his next movement, when his hand moves from the rim and slides beneath the surface, finding my ankle. His palm is hot and wide, somehow burning more than the bubbling water around us as it drags up my skin, drawing him closer as his fingers dig slightly into the sensitive flesh just above my knee.
My heart pounds against my ribs, and heat flashes through me so fast as it makes my breath shudder.
“Say it,” he demands, hushed and tender. “Tell me what you want.”
“Everything you’re willing to give,” I breathe, my voice shaky but sure, the truth behind them has my ribs rattling. I do want anything and everything he’s capable of giving me.
Pure satisfaction stares back at me, like he’s been waiting for me to give him permission to unleash whatever’s caged up inside him, the thing he’s locked away from everyone else.
I want those things. I want a part of him that no one else has ever had. Something that’s only for me. For us. I don’t know what that might be, but I have no doubt we can find it. Maybe not out here, maybe not even tonight.
But we will find it; of that I have no doubt.
And then he’s moving, settling back in the farthest corner from me. His eyes are molten, and they’re like lava against my skin. I’m burning but I don’t want to put out the fire. I want him to feed my flame.
This space between us disappears in a blink as I give him whathe’s silently demanding, going to him without a moment’s hesitation. His chest brushes mine, slick and hot from the water, his hand skimming up my sides to curve around the back of my neck.
“Come here.”
And then his mouth crashes down on mine, rough and hungry and desperate. Heat sears through me, and I gasp, but he swallows the sound, kissing me deeper, harder.
My hands fly to his shoulders, gripping tight. A low growl rumbles in his chest, vibrating through me, and his other hand slides through the water to grip my waist, hauling me closer until I’m straddling him, his thick, massive thighs flexing under my ass. He’s so tall that when he parts them just slightly, I slide even more against him.
A desperate sound slips past my lips when I feel him, hard and ready andright there, the thin barrier of his briefs doing nothing to soften the impact.
Our mouths are wild, our breathing ragged, and I feel his teeth scrape my bottom lip before his tongue follows, stroking deep, claiming every inch of me he can reach.
“You’re driving me crazy,” he rasps against my mouth. “You know that?”
“Good,” I pant.
His chuckle is dark and full of promises, and I roll my hips a little, reeling at the sharp hiss that leaves him. “Naughty,” he teases against my mouth before his leaves mine, but only to dip into my neck. His lips slide along my skin, making me tremble, and he sucks softly.
