Chapter 24 Lily #2
Keane lifted his head. “Are you all right?”
“Yes, I was just…” I hesitated.
His hand found mine, covering my fingers with his own as I bunched the fabric. “Are you feeling a little overdressed?”
Heat flooded my face, and my skin prickled. “I’m suddenly very hot.”
“Mmhmm.” He lowered his head and his mouth moved along the tops of my breasts, his tongue flicking over my skin.
“That isn’t helping,” I moaned as my hips moved, seeking something I didn’t quite understand but that only Keane could provide. “Maybe if we remove my dress…”
My voice faded after the suggestion, but Keane didn’t hesitate. With gentle hands, he pushed my bodice from my arms and slid my skirts from my legs before he sucked in a breath.
“Lily.” This time my name wasn’t a plea, it was an act of worship. He quickly removed my underwear, leaving me bared before him. I was tempted to cover myself up, feeling nervous about being so exposed for the first time, but I restrained myself because I knew there was more. And I wanted it all.
When Keane lay over me again, his body fitted against mine automatically, his length pressing against me, even through his trousers. I moved a little, testing the pressure there. It felt good I moved again and he groaned a little. “Lily.”
I’d never tire of the many ways he could say my name. “I think now you’re the one who’s overdressed,” I pointed out, some embarrassment prickling in my cheeks at being so forward.
“It seems so.” Then he hesitated as he trailed his fingers down my body. Each of my muscles tensed as he passed over them, all the way to my hip. “Have you ever…?”
I shook my head quickly, not wanting him to finish that sentence. He knew the answer anyway. He’d been outside my door for the last few years, and I’d never had any nighttime visitors other than my sisters. Still, I appreciated his concern.
He moved to the side of the bed to unfasten his trousers.
As he pushed them down his thighs, I watched as more of his body was revealed, biting my lip as his hard length sprang free.
I reached out, the urge to touch it unexpected.
My fingers grazed soft skin, and Keane closed his eyes like I’d hurt him.
I withdrew my hand. “Sorry.”
His eyes popped open. “Don’t apologize.”
“I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“You didn’t hurt me.” He took my hand and placed it back on him. “See?”
Excitement and anticipation raced through me as he lay back down next to me. His bare skin pressed against mine, fulfilling fantasies I’d had in the darkest hours of night, ones I’d never dared breathe to anyone. Could this truly be happening?
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, as he smoothed his hand down my body before he palmed the join of my thighs.
I reached for him, parting my legs a little as I did.
He dipped a finger lazily toward my center, touching me as no one ever had, and I gasped at the new sensations he conjured in me.
He stroked my wet folds, ending in an exquisite buzz of nerve endings at the front of my body, and I began to move against him as I anticipated that last touch.
His tongue swept against my lips as his mouth captured mine in a kiss, and I opened my mouth eagerly for him.
My head swam with so much heat as desire burned fresh trails through my body.
Keane continued stoking his fire as I grew closer to an eruption or an explosion—I wasn’t sure what I was chasing, but my body knew all the moves as I pressed closer to his fingers.
Then he slipped one of those fingers inside me, filling the yearning emptiness, and I released my breath on a sigh.
That was what I’d needed. I rocked against him faster as tension wove through all of my muscles, tightening them until I thought there was nowhere left to go.
I sucked in a breath and held it as a feeling of ecstasy rushed over me, gathering strength then leaving me breathless, my heart thundering, my limbs weak.
Keane held me close as I recovered, and then asked, “Are you ready for me?”
I nodded my head at Keane’s gentle question, although my heartbeat picked up a little. He lay over me, his body probing against mine, and I bit my lip.
“I might get it wrong,” I whispered, and Keane let out a short laugh before pressing kisses to my face.
“You couldn’t.” He probed a little harder and my body stretched around the tip of him, surprising me.
He stopped, his breathing rapid. “Is that all right?”
I nodded, and shifted, finding a more comfortable position, and Keane groaned as he slid further inside me at my movement.
“I’m trying to take it slow so you can get used to the feeling,” he said, and tension crinkled at the corners of his eyes as he held himself back.
“Keane…” I hooked a leg over his hip and he slid again, pushing into me, and I gasped.
His eyes widened. “Did I hurt you?”
“No. Don’t stop.”
He withdrew gently then pushed back in, drawing another gasp from me as I stretched to accommodate him. I hadn’t imagined… I’d never thought that to be joined with another would…
He exhaled as he pushed in again, and I watched the emotions play across his face—relief was there, which made me smile, but also happiness and disbelief.
“Keep going,” I whispered, because maybe that expression on Keane’s face was the best I’d ever created.
As his movements became faster and more urgent, I rocked against him, our skin warm, each of us heating the other. He stroked the inside of me again, and the familiar feeling of my muscles tightening approached.
I murmured his name and he kissed my mouth, his tongue adopting the same rhythm of the hard length of him until I was without thought.
Passion and desire ran rampant through me until all my muscles gave way to spasm, convulsing around Keane.
He groaned and shuddered against me before he stilled and pressed his forehead to mine.
With one last gentle rock against my sensitive body, he rolled to my side and cradled me against him, drawing the blanket over both of us.
I looked up, staring into his beautiful blue eyes. He was the man I wanted. The only man I wanted.