“Tell me this feels wrong to you.”
When he doesn’t reply, I pull him by his T-shirt.
His hands curl in fists by his sides, not touching me, but thankfully also not pushing me away. I place a kiss on his cheek. The feel of his prickly stubble under my lips makes him hotter and my own heart flutters against my chest.
“Clem.” He releases a suppressed groan.
“I want this, Keith. Why can’t you see it?”
25
KEITH
I grab her wrists from where her soft hands are clenching my T-shirt. Pushing them behind her, I pull her closer to me. Her full breasts I glimpsed that fortuitous morning, crush into my chest.
She is no teenager, all right.
“Is this what you’re asking for?”
One look at her face and I don’t know if I did right or wrong. There is no fear, but instead a smoldering desire behind those hooded doe-shaped brown eyes.
“This and so much more.” Her gaze lingers on my face. When she wets her lips, the last of my self-control tumbles.
I crush my mouth to hers, devouring all that she’s been teasing me with these past weeks. I take everything I have resisted painfully until now.
Clementine squirms, trying to free her hands from my grip and I give in. When she touched me in the safe house and in my bedroom, in those blissful moments, I felt alive, something I haven’t felt in almost a decade. I want to feel that again and she doesn’t disappoint. Her hands immediately go around my neck, pulling me down, closer to her.
As everything else she does, Clementine loses herself in the kiss. And just for a while, I want to be like her. Forget the consequences and just…be me.
Her hands travel downward from my neck to my back, until she pushes them in my jeans pockets. My raging erection rubs against her stomach and we both groan.
She breaks our kiss abruptly and scuffs her feet, taking a few steps back.
“I want this, Keith. I want you.”
Without any hesitation, she opens the buttons of her skimpy nightshirt. Her gaze is on me, while mine shifts between her face and her hands. When she pulls off the shirt and stands before me in a black lacy bra and panty set, I don’t feel like the same confident man.
There is a weird excitement, foreign yet familiar. Some kindling, dried after years of soaking in rain, ready to burn.
“I hope you’re prepared for this.” I pull her back to me, wanting to feel her against me again. This time when I kiss her, I don’t hold back.
It’s consuming.
I try to bottle her inside me, breathe her in. Let her make me more than a walking carcass.
My hands shake as I palm her beautiful breasts and my fingers graze over her stiff nipples.
Her mouth moves away from mine as she releases a sultry groan. I press kisses all over her neck when she throws her head back. I feel like a man who was starving for a decade and now has been presented with the most delectable buffet. Her eyes close as her hands settle just above my belt. My heart hammers as I guess which way she will go, up or down.
I don’t care, I want it all.
Her hands drift under my T-shirt, moving over my stomach, causing it to clench and flex. Her fingers softly dig into my skin. I stay still as she gives me all that I’m craving.
She eventually grabs the neck of my T-shirt and I help her yank it off me.
“There’s no going back now.” My statement comes off more as a request than a warning.
But she replies in earnest, “I’m counting on it.”