Chapter34
Cormac
Later that night, after the game, Keelie leaned back against the wooden bench in my sauna and moaned. The steam wrapped around her towel-clad nakedness, giving me alluring glimpses of her curves and all that tantalizingly golden skin.
It was late, and we were enjoying some much-needed wind-down time before I took her upstairs. To bed.
Anticipation rippled through me, but I tamped down my need.
“When you told me the other night that you wanted me hot, sweaty, and naked, I was thinking in bed.”
I grinned. “I know. But I also told you I wouldn’t push you past your comfort zone.” I hesitated, blew out a breath. “And we still need to resolve what happened the other night…the picture…”
She glanced down. A bead of sweat rolled from her forehead down her nose. Her features were delicate, but Keelie wasn’t fragile.
“You promise that you didn’t put the picture there?” she asked.
“I promise.”
Her lashes lifted, and the vulnerability in her eyes stole my breath. “And you don’t still have feelings for your ex-wife?”
I shook my head. “I don’t. Not romantic ones. She’s my past.” I ran my fingertips along her soft, damp cheek. “You, Keelie, are my future.”
She studied me for a long moment. I let her look as deeply into me as she needed. Opening myself was hard, but she needed the reassurance. I understood that.
“Okay.”
“So…we’re good?”
She bit her lip, teasing the plump flesh between those small white teeth. “Yeah.”
I kissed her, softly, sweetly, letting her know she mattered to me. “Good.”
We sat in companionable silence, and I soaked in the moment’s peace. I loved being with Keelie because I could just…be. It was freeing and calming. And really fucking nice.
“I’ve never been in a sauna before,” she murmured. Sweat trickled down my bare chest, and she followed the droplets, whimpering when the rivulet hit my towel.
Satisfaction and lust swirled together, much like the heat and stream in the room.
“Now you have.”
“This has been quite a weekend—a golf lesson, followed by a golf outing, with my own clubs.” She pushed herself up off the bench and sauntered toward me, her bare feet slapping against the smooth pebbles coating the floor. Her towel slid down a little, showing me the entire top swell of those luscious tits. Sweat had blossomed across her skin, making the towel cling to the curve of her waist and the flare of her hip. This woman owned sexy.
She settled on my lap, knees on either side of my hips. I cupped her butt, bringing her forward so her warm center aligned with my now-awakened dick.
“You feel good in my lap,” I said.
She wound her arms around my neck. “You look good and feel good.”
I slid my hand up along her spine to cup her nape. I leaned forward a little but stopped short of kissing her. She smiled, soft and full of promise as she leaned in the rest of the way, drifting her lips against mine in a sensual glide.
I liked that. A lot.
I used my hand on her back to press her more firmly into my lap as I tipped my head and deepened the kiss.
She hummed and met my advances, nipping and sucking my lower lip when I released her upper one. I groaned, gripping her tighter.
She dropped her hands to my shoulders and dragged her fingertips along my pecs, swirling around my nipples, making them tighten. I ground upward, lightheaded—possibly from the steam but definitely from the effect Keelie had on me.
