Chapter 26
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
ASLAN
K eaton presses her lips together, and her eyes meet mine straight on.
I have so many questions. Was I too blunt? Is she going to run?
My gut tells me that if I’m not honest, I will lose her.
It’s now or never.
I press my lips to hers. I cup the back of her neck.
She tangles her fingers with mine. I kiss her with the need I feel inside my core.
The heat from the room increases when I slide my tongue over hers as I lower my hand to her back, skimming my fingers along her bare back—touching her searing skin.
I ache to savor all of her, not just her mouth.
Keeping my distance for so long has been so fucking hard.
I’m too worked up.
Jacking off in the shower didn’t help me.
It’s hard to stop the kiss, but I have to before doing something either one of us regrets. Not that I’d regret being with her, but what if I’m misreading her.
“Do you want me to stop, Keat?”
Her breath catches as our gazes lock. She’s holding her breath.
“Keat,” I prompt her. “I’m following your lead.”
“D-don’t stop,” she stutters.
I brush some strands of hair away from her face. “If you’re not sure, we don’t have to do anything.”
Her lip lifts slightly, and I see the fear in her eyes.
“What are you afraid of?”
“The end. I lose people easily. They push me away or they die.”
I run my finger along her delicate face. My chest hurts as she says those words. I can’t promise her anything because I understand the fear. I saw how love destroyed my mother.
So, I promise the one thing I can control. “This doesn’t have to end. It’s just for now. We’ll go back to being friends, and you’ll work for me until you decide it’s time to move on.”
“Okay, I can do that.”
We continue our kiss. I slide my fingers along the waistband of her bikini, feeling the smooth flesh of her flat stomach.
She whimpers as I touch her and releases a delicious moan when I push the bikini bottom down.
I move my lips along her jawline, nibbling her sensitive skin and continuing to her collarbone.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” I tug her tank top off and stare at her gorgeous breasts.
I stop and study her, taking her in—all of her. The fear in her eyes is gone entirely. They’re filled with desire. That’s all I need to continue. I bend and flick my tongue against her nipple a couple of times. Then, I switch to the other.
She gasps.
I kneel and finish tugging her bottoms all the way down her toned legs. “Sit on the bed,” I order.
“You’re also bossy in the bedroom, huh?”
I smile at her playful tone. We’re back to normal. Not that having sex with Keaton is normal, but I hope it can become something we do often.
We can love each other without any strings—two people who can have an adult relationship that won’t end in tragedy. I spread her legs and bury my face at the apex of her thighs, pressing my tongue against her rosy pearl.
I love the way she pushes herself against my face, moaning and yanking my hair.
I move along her slit, nibbling her delicate flesh with my teeth.
My length gets harder with her every moan and throaty gasp.
I drive my tongue inside her, swirling it, then pressing in deep, which sets off an intense growl that echoes throughout the room.
My attention returns to her clit. I thrust two fingers inside her, crooking them. She rocks her hips against my mouth, seeking release by taking control of the situation.
I’m fucking loving every second of this, of us.
After more lapping, thrusts, and nibbles, her body finally tenses. She’s soaking wet, screaming, shuddering as she reaches her peak. I doubt I’ll ever get enough of her. I move my hands up her hips, staring at her glowing face. She’s so fucking gorgeous.
I stand up straight, pushing down the swim trunks.
Keaton props herself on her arms, watching me, licking her lips as if she’s about to have the best feast of her life.
I growl when I remember the condoms are in my backpack.
I move fast, finding them almost immediately and ripping one of them open. I roll it along my length.
As I’m about to climb onto the bed, I ask, “Are you sure you want this?”
“I have no doubts,” she confirms, opening her legs wider.
I grab my cock, placing it right at her entrance. I thrust slowly, making sure she gets used to my girth. Inch by inch, I claim her until I’m buried deep inside her.
I lower myself. Our faces are so close I can feel her breath caressing my jaw. She’s looking at me almost lovingly. The sight is beautiful, breathtaking, and nearly heartbreaking. No one has ever looked at me this way.
“Are you okay?” I ask when really what I should be asking is if I’ll survive being this close to her—fusing with her.
“Perfect,” she purrs, moving her hips slowly.
I pull out just enough before burying myself back inside.
The intimacy of watching her as I’m thrusting in and out is incomprehensible, but I like it.
It feels as if I’m loving her with an open soul.
Her eyes draw me into her world, where just the two of us exist. I don’t want to leave.
I want to become a part of her, but is that even possible?
She locks her legs around my waist, gripping me hard.
I dip my head, kissing her. Claiming her.
Merging into one person with two hearts and one soul.
I’m in fucking love with her. This isn’t something I can control anymore.
This is acting on some lingering feelings I can’t understand.
The feelings are permanent. I think she stole my fucking heart some time ago and I never realized it.
And now, what am I supposed to do?
I lose every thought as my back tenses and the walls of her pussy squeeze me.
She’s coming, and it doesn’t take long for me to follow, exploding along with her, skyrocketing to the next galaxy.
As we come down from the high, I realize that she calms my soul.
We don’t need words because we have a connection.
This moment is seared into my heart, just like her name. My life is shifting. I just don’t know if this is the beginning of us or the beginning of an end.