“Do you mean that?” I whisper.
“More than you could possibly know.”
More people exit, and we watch Rock and Evelyn walk hand in hand to his bike, then pull out.
“She gave me the key to his room,” I whisper, watching the taillights disappear.
Keno’s head whips back to me. “What did you say?”
“She said we could use his room. I have the key.”
I barely finish the sentence before Keno has my hand and leads me back inside, his pace making me jog to keep up.
He drags me through the crowd and down the back hall. Once we’re through the doors that separate it, the deafening sound dies.
“Where are we going?”
He doesn’t even pause, just throws the answer over his shoulder. “To finish what we started.”
I trail behind him as he pulls me along. He stops at a door and holds out his hand. “Give me the key.”
Once we’re through the door, he locks it.
I stand in the center of the room, unsure, and if I’m being honest, excited. I glance around. We’re in an office with a desk at the far end and a fireplace to my right, a couch to my left.
The low embers of a dying fire still burn in the hearth. Rock and Evelyn must have been in here earlier.
Keno squats and tosses another split log on the fire, sending sparks flying. The wood crackles.
He straightens, leaning a hand on the mantle to watch the flames catch and lick up the sides of the log, his face glowing in the golden light.
“I like a fire. Don’t you?” he asks, lifting his gaze to mine.
I nod, unable to find words. The man is so damn sexy it makes me melt just to look at him. He paces the few feet toward me.
“Want a drink?”
“No.”
“Good. C’mere.” He tugs my hand, leans against the desk, and pulls me between his spread legs until I’m pressed against him. Our faces are level. He drags the pad of his thumb across my lower lip, his eyes on it. “You want me to lay it out for you, Maggie? I’ve wanted you since you were seventeen. I knew then you were too young, plus there was my friendship with your brothers. I made a promise to Derek I wouldn’t touch you. And Goddamn, that promise was getting harder to keep every day. I knew I couldn’t stay for reasons someday I’ll tell you, but don’t ever think I didn’t want you. I did. I still do. Right now, I want to kiss you so bad I can already taste you.”
“Then kiss me.”
“If I do, I know I won’t stop there. I’ll take you through that door to the bed in the other room, strip you naked, and kiss every inch of you. Christ, I haven’t wanted a woman more than I want you in a long time. So, if that’s not what you want, if that’s not a road you want to go down, then you need to tell me right now.”
I don’t say a word. Instead, I cup the back of his neck and pull his mouth down to mine.
His hands land on my hips and pull my body against his. I feel his erection through his jeans—proof that every word he said is true. That or the stripper did her job well.
The thought makes me break away, both of us breathing hard. “Tell me this isn’t just because that naked girl got you all hot and bothered.”
A grin pulls across his face. “Hot and bothered?” He hefts me into his arms, and my legs naturally wrap around his waist. I’m above him now, and he has to tip his head back. He stares deadinto my eyes and dispels any worry I have. “No, ma’am. This is all you, Maggie. Swear to God.”
I drop my mouth to his, and his tongue doesn’t hesitate to sweep inside.
He moves around the desk, then sets my ass on it right in front of the chair.
“Here?”
