Royally Not Ready(64)
“Okay,” he whispers.
“Just leave.”
“Yeah,” he breathes out. “Okay.” He rises from the bed and starts to walk away, but because I’m so weak for this man, I call out to him.
“Keller?”
He looks over his shoulder. “Yes?”
“Can you at least do me one thing?”
“Anything,” he answers.
My throat grows tight as I ask, “Your shirt, can you leave it here?”
Keeping his eyes on me, he reaches behind his head and pulls off his shirt, revealing his sculpted chest, his muscles rippling with straining lust as he walks toward me.
Before he makes it all the way, I sit up and strip out of my shirt, leaving me bare-chested in front of him. His eyes scour my chest, brows turning down as he wets the corner of his mouth with his tongue. I hold my hand out to him for his shirt, but he doesn’t hand it over.
He keeps it close to him as he sits next to me. He finds the neck hole of his shirt and offers it to me. I lean forward and once the shirt is over my head, gathered around my neck, he drags his fingers down my arm, over the side of my breast, and then picks up my hand. He brings my wrist to his mouth, where he presses the smallest of kisses. It’s so light, a feather of a kiss, but it drives me wild, creating a force of sensual desire to billow in my stomach.
He helps that arm through the hole of his shirt, and then he moves his other hand up my stomach, runs his fingers along the side of my breast, and then down my arm. Just like my other arm, he brings that wrist to his mouth and lightly kisses it before threading it through his shirt. Once my arms are situated, he reaches for the hem and drags it down my body until I’m fully wrapped in him, his fingers dragging over my heated skin.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
“You look . . . fuck, Lilly, seeing you in my shirt, it’s messing with my head.” He drags his thumb over my lip, tugging on it, and because I want him so bad, I pull his thumb into my mouth and suck on it. His eyes grow desperately hungry, right before he growls, pushing me back on the bed.
He pins my hands above my head and lowers his mouth to my ear. “If things were different, I’d have you do that all over again, sucking hard until I couldn’t take it any longer and replaced my thumb with my cock.”
God, yes. I would love that. “I want your cock in my mouth.”
“You can’t handle my cock in your mouth,” he says, his nose dragging over my cheek. “You wouldn’t be able to handle what I truly want to do to you.”
“Trust me,” I whisper. “I could handle anything you have coming my way. You’ve no fucking clue just how dirty I am.”
“Fuck,” he says before pulling my earlobe between his teeth. He tugs on it until I let out a sharp gasp. “How dirty?”
“My body is yours, so why don’t you find out?”
He licks my earlobe. “I want to, badly.”
“How bad?”
“So bad that all I can think about is shutting up that sassy mouth of yours with my dick. I want to force you to suck me off, to make me come so hard that I black out.”
“You wouldn’t have to force me, I’d take your cock freely, all the way to the back of my throat.”
“Would you gag?”
“Yes, because I know you’d like it.”
He caresses my cheek with his nose before he pulls away. It feels like a flame being doused in water. He pushes off the bed and leaves me breathless, staring at his retreating back. He pauses at the doorway to the bathroom. Gripping the frame tightly, he says, “Don’t follow me. I can see it in your eyes that you want to. What just happened, it stays here.”
“Nothing even happened,” I say.
His eyes connect with mine. “More happened than you think.”
Keller: THE INFORMATIVE: Still no decision has been made by the angler’s wife as she continues to float between the two men, risking everything to find love. Some might say it’s whore-ish behavior, but the true romantics believe she deserves happiness. A divide in the town of Kirkfell has been formed. The lovely tourist town is now facing the question on everyone’s mind. Are you choosing love or duty?
I set my phone down, a gasp on the tip of my tongue.
A town divided now?
That can’t be good for the country’s morale.
God, but it’s so juicy.
But not as juicy as what’s happening between me and Keller.
Or more like . . . what’s not happening.
“Like this?” I ask Lara as I drag the thread all the way through the cloth.
“Yes, just like that,” she says in a cheery voice. “You’re a real natural, Lilly.”
“You think so?” I look down at the square cloth napkin and the line of x’s I’ve embroidered.
“There might be a few blunders on the back, but that’s okay, as this is your first time. The top is truly beautiful, and I can see that you have patience for this that many might not have.”
Keller is standing by the window, his eyes trained on me with his chin propped up in his hand. The wind has been whipping around so much outside that we’ve stayed inside the entire day. I can feel his gaze, interested in what I’m doing, so I lift up the napkin and show him.