My release storms through me, and I grab onto the back of his head, kneading my fingers through his hair. “Keenan, fuck, please don’t stop, please don’t.” My words come out desperate as all hell, and I can’t help it. I love the way this man knows what to do to my body, and I don’t ever want him to stop.
Keenan continues to draw out my release, and the moment I’m right on the edge again, he rips his mouth from my pussy. Keenan rises, grabs me by the hips, and presses my back down. “Grab your ankles,” he commands, and I do as I’m asked. I don’t know why, but I do it.
Keenan lines his throbbing cock at my entrance and shoves himself deep inside me. I moan as my tight pussy adjusts to his size and his fingers drive deeper into my flesh. He reaches around with his other hand and flicks my clit, hard and fast. The movements of both his hand and cock cause me to lose control. I’m right on the brink and based on his groans, he’s getting there too.
“Mo stöirin, fuck. Give it to me. Don’t hold back.” Damn it, when he calls me his treasure, it ignites a fire within me—every single time.
A rush of air comes against my backside, and I realize Keenan let go of my hip, and then his hand smacks into my ass. The jolt is enough to push me over the edge. My release swarms through me, and Keenan stills inside me. He growls through his own release and holds onto my hips as he empties himself inside me.
We remain the same way for a few minutes but continue on taking our shower. After Keenan and I are finished, dried off, and both properly clothed, I head downstairs.
“How are things going?” I ask the moving supervisor who’s standing in the foyer as I hit the bottom step.
“They’re going very well if you ask me,” he tells me, but Delaney comes waltzing up.
She has a beaming smile on her face and clears her throat. “I thought Keenan said you didn’t have to worry about this? I’ve got it handled, but I’ll give you an update. We’ve cleared everything out of here.” She waves her hands in the air to indicate the entryway. “They’re going to get the rest of the stuff from the party out before they grab all of our stuff from downstairs.”
“It sounds like you’ve thought about everything.” I trust her to get the job done, so while she continues to direct the contractor and his workers, I go into the kitchen to make sure the caterers haven’t left anything behind from last night.
As I’m checking everything over, I notice Keenan leaning against the doorway where I just came through. He wasn’t there before, and I didn’t see him pass me. I didn’t fully get to appreciate his outfit after our shower, but now I am. He’s wearing a pair of dark jeans and a black T-shirt with a slight V in the neck. Somehow, these regular pieces of clothes look so incredibly sexy on him. Like they’ve been made just for him.
“Everything is going well I take it?” His gruff voice is even deeper than it was earlier this morning. The vibration reaches the deepest parts of me.
“Yeah, Delaney has everything covered. It shouldn’t be too much longer.”
“I told you not to worry about anything.” He pushes off the wall and stalks toward me. “Delaney’s more than capable of handling this herself.”
I bite back a smile as I say, “I know she is. Still it’ll be good to have your house back, right?”
“Not exactly.” He keeps coming for me until he forces me back against the counter near the sink and rests his hands beside my hips on the granite.
I’m caged in and don’t mind at all.
“You don’t want your house back to yourself?”
“No, that’s not what I’m saying.” Keenan snickers while a strong smile tugs at his lips. He looks right into my eyes. “I’m in no hurry to have you leave.”
Oh.That. That right there makes my knees weak, and I think Keenan knows it. It’s why he says these things. Why he’s sweet to me and not really anyone else, it’s like he’s two different people sometimes. The man he is with me and the one he is with other people.
With them, there aren’t soft eyes that sometimes feel like a gentle caress. Or the tender touches that’re totally innocent but feel so sensual that I get weak in the knees.
Moments like now. He’s not even touching me, yet I feel him everywhere. His gaze is so intense that it makes me uncomfortable. But a good kind of uncomfortable.
“Uh . . .” I clear my throat. “Did the caterer leave that behind?” I point to the vegetables on the island in the center of the kitchen. I don’t think they were there last night when I did a quick sweep before Keenan took me upstairs.
I didn’t want to leave any kind of food out. That’s how you get ants and mice, not to mention foul-smelling odors.
“No.” He gives me a lopsided smile that tells me he knows exactly what he’s doing to me. “They didn’t leave anything out. This is for later tonight.”
“Tonight?” I ask once he’s pushing off the counter and has put some space between us.
“Yeah. I’m preparing a big Sunday night dinner for the family. I figure that we have this massive house, and we should all be enjoying it.”
“That sounds lovely. I didn’t know you could cook as well.”
He moves toward the sink and grabs a glass that he then fills with water from the tap. He drains half the glass before he speaks again. “Well. That’s merely an insult,mo stöirin. I’ve had to feed this family for years. You might as well be calling me Gordon Ramsay.”
I cackle at his words, and from the serious expression on his face, I realize he’s not finding this funny.
