He lifts an inch and returns my smile.
He takes my chin and gently tips my head. “You’re the only one I want. Did I make my message clear enough?”
“Yes,” I breathe.
“Good. I don’t want there to be any doubt about who has all my attention. Not some dancer the guys arranged last minute, no one else, Maggie. Only you.”
Happiness floods through me.
“Come with me.”
He leads me through a doorway and into an attached bedroom. The bed is large and made up. The room is neat and clean.
He backs me to the door. “You’re looking at me like you did the first time I saw you at the Gaslight.”
I wet my lips, and his eyes drop to my mouth. He drags his thumb across my full lower one.
“Were you scared of me, then?”
“Terrified.” My voice is barely a whisper.
“You made my dick hard.”
“You made me wet.”
He nods. “Your family will say this is crazy—you and me.”
“Do you care?”
“No. I don’t give a fuck what they think. But I care what you think.”
“I don’t think this is crazy.”
He smiles, and my stomach flips.
His hands cup my face, and I rest my palms on his chest. He tilts his head and covers my mouth with his. This time, the kiss is harder, more possessive. He’s not teasing any longer. There’s urgency in him, like he doesn’t want to waste time with games or bullshit.
When we come up for air, I drag in a breath. “I can’t believe this is happening.”
“I never expected to find you again. I thought our chance was gone. But then there you were when I least expected you.”
“Is this crazy?” I pant as he kisses my neck and nibbles on my ear.
“No. This feels as if it was always meant to be. You and I—there’s always been something between us. Tell me you feel it, too.”
“I do.”
He presses more kisses over my face. My body is reacting to his. My nipples are hard and tingling and begging for attention, same with my wet, aching pussy.
Keno pulls back and stares into my eyes. “I didn’t know what the boys were planning. That was not a good surprise for me, Maggie. It was the last thing I wanted. You know that, right?”
I nod.
“You were the prettiest woman here tonight; I didn’t want anyone else. Just you.”
“I hated watching that.”
“I’m sorry.”
