“I do enjoy your ass,” he nods, “and I’ll end up taking that, too, Lady Alexis.”
Keane chuckles at my shocked look and continues to step towards me. I hold my breath when his hands begin to finger the straps on my shoulders, his lips tilting up in a grin.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, trouble? I don’t think that would scare you away one bit.”
I shift on my feet, nipples going hard at the thought of him claiming methere.
“It wouldn’t,” I whisper honestly, “but it would be something new for me.”
Keane’s fingers grip my strap tight, “Alexis…”
He shakes his head and gently glides his hands down the straps to my chest, fingers brushing against the silk above my breasts. My body immediately heats for him, for his full presence in front of me, the call to meet him always finding me so easily.
“Tell me about you feeling me,” I ask hoarsely as my heart thrums in my chest, “I called to you through the same feeling I get when you locate me. I didn’t think it’d work…”
I look towards Stormfall resting on the bedpost, “and neither did Hirovale.”
Keane continues his trail along the silk on my breasts, his own eyes watching as he traces just above my nipple, “it was sudden. The feeling took me by surprise. But I could feel your need of me. It was like a pull that ached for me low in my stomach…”
“That’s exactly it,” I nod quietly.
“It led me to you. It mixed with my own summoning to find your location.”
Keane’s brows furrow as I move my arms around his waist. He brings his eyes back to mine and watches me thoughtfully, hands stopping their teasing on my chest.
“You shouldn’t be able to do that, Alexis,” he frowns, “that’s summoning.”
“I’m sure Storm assisted,” I shrug and push away the Ancient’s words from the woods, “he could sense my panic.”
Keane remains quiet and continues to watch me thoughtfully, his face telling me that he doesn’t agree. I sigh and move my fingers to the front of his torso and gently tug at the hem of his black shirt.
“Let’s get to bed. I have to be up early.”
Keane lifts his arms and smirks down at me when I can’t pull the shirt above his head. I huff and roll my eyes at him when he does it himself, then take a step back to marvel at his bare chest. I let my own fingers do some tracing of their own, gliding them above his heart and down to his muscled stomach that has a few scars slashed across. I take in every hard ridge of his body and trace along his lower abdomen, my heart racing as I watch the perfect muscles that dip below his waistband.
Keane eyes me as I take another step back and look at him in full appreciation. My gaze travels upwards and past his broad shoulders, landing on his lips that are so naturally red. I take in his brown hair that is swept perfectly above his forehead, to the sides cut to a shorter length and accentuating the sharp plains of his face. He truly is the most handsome man I have ever seen, and the way he stands so tall and commanding in front of me only completes the proud presence that is him.
He’s also the best man I’ve been with intimately…
His hands,damn those hands, and his cocky ego every time we are together, just lights me to fire. He knows exactly how to touch me, knows exactly what I need and when. My body flushes just thinking about it.
“If you keep looking at me like that, Alexis, we will get no sleep tonight.”
I shift on my feet and bring my hand up to my hair, tucking one side behind my ear as I genuinely rethink my decision to go to bed. Keane takes a strong step forward and lets his hands move swiftly to my ass, squeezing hard before he picks me up and carries me to the bed. I laugh when he throws me onto the sheets in a rough sort of demand, his body leaning over mine as he puts his hand on my shoulder and pushes me down.
“Sleep,” he commands.
“You’re no fun,” I shake my head, turning away from him to lay on my side and arching my ass in a perfect display. Keane groans before laying down next to me, his arm snaking over my waist to pull my body into his as his hard length presses into my rear.
“How am I supposed to sleep with youthere?”
He reaches a hand to my nipple and tugs on it over the thin fabric. “With sweet dreams, Alexis. Dreams of me there and in other places.”
My body hums at his words. Keane chuckles against the back of my neck and pushes his hips forward, “sleep.”
“There’s no way,” I reply breathlessly.
I try to relax into him and find there actually is a way. The two of us quickly fall asleep from the exhaustion of the night, with Keane’s arm never leaving its hold on my waist.
