I was in Keegan’s bed, sprawled on top of his big body. My breasts pillowed against his six-pack abs, and my cheek pressed against his broad chest. One of my legs was hooked over his, like I’d claimed him in my sleep. And the bulge at my core was growing.
Heat crept up my neck when the sleepy fog cleared, and I realized I’d just instinctively rocked against his hard-on.
I swallowed against the sudden dryness in my throat and cautiously moved a little, acutely aware of how closely we were aligned. He was so much bigger than me, but it felt like we fit together perfectly.
I knew I should untangle myself. Give him some space before he noticed that I’d used him as my own personal mattress while we slept.
Instead, I stayed exactly where I was, savoring something I’d never experienced before.
But I shifted again, trying to ease the awkward angle of my hip.
It was a mistake. Or possibly my best decision ever, with what happened next.
His hand clamped down instantly, spanning my hip to hold me in place. A low groan came from deep in his chest. “Better not keep moving like that, little dove.”
He was awake. And fully aware of our situation.
My blush deepened as the realization settled in. He’d known exactly how we were positioned. And that I’d been moving against him like I didn’t have a clue what I was doing.
But he hadn’t pushed me away.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I didn’t mean to?—”
“Don’t apologize.”
I stayed perfectly still, hyperaware of how completely his body dwarfed mine while he held me there.
My hips did the tiniest, helpless little roll against the solid heat of him before I could stop myself. The thin fabric of my panties and his boxer briefs did nothing to hide how hard he already was, pressed right against the cradle of my thighs like he belonged there. My breath caught.
“I warned you.”
Before I could whisper another apology, Keegan flipped us with effortless strength. My back met the cool sheets, and suddenly, he was above me. His broad shoulders blocked the morning light filtering through the blinds, his dark hair was tousled, and his green eyes burned down at me like I was the only thing in his universe.
My hands flew to his shoulders, but I didn’t push him away. “Keegan?—”
“Shh.” He lowered his head, his nose brushing mine. “You moved, baby. Now you deal with the consequences.”
His mouth claimed mine before I could form another word.
His kiss was hungry, his tongue sweeping inside, tasting me like he’d been starving for it all night. I melted instantly, my nails digging into the thick muscle of his shoulders.
He kissed like he had all the time in the world to learn every sigh and whimper I could make.
One of his hands slid up my side, under the hem of the T-shirt he’d given me last night, his calloused palm skating over my ribs until he cupped my bare breast. I arched without thinking, a soft sound escaping me that I didn’t even recognize as mine. His thumb circled my nipple, already tight and aching, and the gentle pinch he gave it sent a bolt of pleasure straight between my legs.
“Fuck. These pretty tits,” he murmured against my mouth. “Been dying to get my hands on them. So fucking perfect.”
I’d never been touched like this. Never had a man’s hand on my bare skin while he looked at me as though I was something precious and filthy all at once. My inexperience made every new sensation feel overwhelming in the best way. I wanted to hide and beg for more at the same time.
Keegan’s lips left mine to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck. He nipped at the sensitive spot where my shoulder met my throat, then soothed the slight sting with his tongue. His hand left my breast and slid down until his fingers hooked under the waistband of my panties.
He didn’t pull them off, just slipped inside, his fingers parting my slick folds and making my breath hitch. “This sweet pussy is dripping for me, little dove.”
I nodded, and my thighs trembled around his hips. He circled my clit with one thick finger—slow, teasing strokes that had my back bowing off the bed. Pleasure built inside me, so intense I could barely breathe.
“Keegan, please,” I whimpered, clutching at his biceps.
“I know, baby. I’ve got you.” He kissed me again, swallowing every soft cry as he worked me with those clever fingers. Gliding through my wetness, he rubbed perfect circles over my swollen bundle of nerves until I was shaking.
