Chapter 29
Keel knew they were in dangerous waters, but having Frankie’s body plastered against his made his cock so hard he needed relief. At least he wasn’t wearing jeans. That would be painful.
He lifted his hips and then sank down on the couch a little, making it so she was sitting right on top of his very hard cock. A sexy little moan vibrated up her chest and into his mouth. She had to feel his cock. She knew he wanted her.
When the kiss ended, she sat up and stared dreamily at him. Her half-hooded eyes were filled with desire. He pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear as he studied her.
“You’re beautiful.”
A bark of laughter escaped her lips. “You’re the one who is beautiful.”
Her words made him smile. “No, you’re very pretty. I’m just a guy. You look like an ethereal princess.”
She shook her head. “I don’t see myself that way.”
“I see you that way. So let me assure you, you’re beautiful.”
He pulled her down for another kiss, and she came willingly. Her hands tugged at the hem of his shirt, and he pulled it up for her. Their kiss ended, and he tugged his shirt over his head.
Her eyes strayed down his chest, and her hands followed.
She traced a few of his scars, her lips pressing together as she counted the marks on his body.
Some were from training accidents, others were from combat.
He’d never been shot, just caught shrapnel.
There’d been a knife fight that he’d won but lost blood in.
He wasn’t too beat up, but the scars had stayed, showing his history of danger he’d been in.
He wanted to pull her shirt off, but he would let her make that decision on her own. He always wanted her to know she was in control of what she did and how much she gave.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” Keel said.
Frankie nodded, her expression going serious. “I don’t know what I want. I’ve never really thought about it.”
He cupped her cheeks. “It’s time for you to put yourself first. I won’t push, and I won’t demand. You set what is enough and what is too much.”
Frankie had never been in control when it came to sex. She hardly knew what she wanted.
“I don’t know what I want, but I know I like touching you.”
“Your hands feel good on me.”
Keel’s voice was rougher than usual, and she liked the deep vibration of it. The need to be closer to him rose, and she reached down to pull off her shirt. His hand on her arm stopped her movements.
“You don’t have to.”
She nodded. “I want to be closer to you.”
He nodded, and she pulled off her shirt, and Keel sucked in a breath. His fingers were on her waist, but his eyes were on her bra. She knew her breasts weren’t impressive, but she was okay with it.
The one thing she was proud she’d never done was get the boob job Forest had wanted her to get. She had nothing against breast enhancements as long as the woman wanted them. And she hadn’t wanted to go through surgery just to have bigger breasts to please Forest.
So her tiny breasts didn’t bother her. It was something she was proud of.
It was the one thing she’d stood her ground on and refused to bend to his demands.
Even when Forest had set up the appointment for her and tricked her into going to the doctor’s office, she’d told the doctor she didn’t want the surgery and was only there because she’d been tricked into going to the appointment.
That had pissed Forest off, but the beating had been worth it.
Keel’s hands ran up her body to her bra, but he wasn’t cupping her breasts. She longed to feel his hands on her, so she reached back and unhooked her bra.
His breath became ragged, and his eyes were wider. She could feel his stiff rod under her, pressing up against her center. She rocked her hips, and he moaned.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
“They aren’t big.”
His gaze hit hers and held. “I don’t need big breasts. If I wanted a sex doll, I would have gone to the store and bought one. What I want is you. I don’t understand attraction or what pulls us together, but you feel it, don’t you?”
She nodded. “I do. There’s something inside that warms when you’re near.”
“May I?” Keel asked as his hand hovered over her breasts.
“Yes. I want to feel you touching me.”
Keel groaned before his hand cupped her tiny breast. His touch was light at first, then he caught her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The shock of pleasure that shot through her had her gasping for breath. If he kept that up, she might just come before he even got her pants off.