Keane is behind me faster than I can drop my shrug, pushing his chest and hips into my back as I gasp at his speed. He brings both of his hands up to my shoulders and pulls my hair away from my face, moving it down my back.
“How did you know, Alexis?” he demands over my shoulder.
I keep my smile and bring one of my hands to the back of Keane’s head, the other still holding the silk.
“It was just a feeling. A suspicion…” I answer, feeling his grin widen against my neck.
Keane gives my hair a small tug from behind, arching my neck for him as he flicks his tongue below my ear.
“I’ll have to keep Desmond away from you,” he whispers sensually.
I roll my eyes.
“It wasn’t obvious,” I explain, “but there was enough to notice. Arens reminded me a bit of myself with his questions. He wanted answers, Keane. I saw that curiosity as if it was my own.”
Keane nods into my neck and brings his lips down, his teeth nipping on the bruise he left in Gaumond. I inhale quickly and move my fingersthrough his hair, shifting on my feet as the familiar tug between my legs calls so easily for him.
Ancients, I’m in trouble.
The way he can cause this reaction out of my body with just a small touch and his damn presence.
Keane presses his hips into my rear and releases his hands from my hair. He trails them slowly down my back, grinning against my neck at the shiver running down my spine.
“I’ll make inquiries into Chef’s boy…”
I nod and tilt my neck to the side just as his hands reach for my hips. He takes me in his grip and then pulls me back into his cock, the full of him hard and ready.
“Jesse,” I moan.
“Keane,” the Prince chuckles and sucks hard at my neck, releasing my hips and letting his hands skim down my thighs.
“The boy’s name isJesse, Keane,” I roll my eyes again, feeling his hands dart slowly inward. I press my ass harder into his length and tug on his hair, waiting in anticipation for those hands to slip under my waistband.
“How do you want it, Alexis?” he asks.
I gasp at the words just as be brings a hand between my legs, letting two fingers press hard against my riding pants.
“Tonight will be purely for you,” he smirks, fingers rubbing against my clit at the same time his tongue darts out for my neck. My hips move for him, only making his smirk grow wider.
Keane thrusts into my ass again, his hard length throbbing behind the confines of his pants. My hand in his hair tugs in my own desire, the wetness between my thighs already dripping as my body reacts to the pure presence of Keane behind me.
“Tell me how you want it, Alexis,” he demands again, moving away from my neck. His fingers stop their movements as well, drawing away from my body as I whimper. I tip my hips forward, chasing his touch, but Keane only chuckles and shakes his head over my shoulder before he takes a step back.
I turn around and narrow my eyes on him, reaching a hand forward and giving myself the touch my body is craving. I run my palm up and down the length of his cock with a challenging grin, showing him exactly what I want.
“Alexis,” Keanetsks,grabbing my wrist as he pulls me away,“tell mehow.”
I huff and narrow my eyes again, knowing exactly what I want from him right now. I know what will bring me to the highest pleasure in this moment, but what I don’t know is why I’m too afraid to ask for it.
Keane laughs when I reach out for his waistband again. He catches my wrist in his other hand and pulls me flush into his chest.
“Say it,” he grins down at me.
I shake my head and roll my hips into his cock, “just touch me, Keane. That’s all I need.”
“Touch you where, Alexis?” he drops a hand to my side and stills my movements, “touch youhow?”
My breath catches in my chest.
