“I’m not saying it will be easy.” I moved even closer. “I’m saying it’s worth figuring out.”
He studied my face. “You really think that?”
“Yeah.”
“Even if it gets messy?”
“I’d love to get you dirty.”
That pulled a real smile out of him. “Don’t start.”
“Too late.”
“I’m serious.”
“So am I.”
Keaton glanced down at the floor, then back at me. “I’m not saying no.”
Relief hit so fast it almost made me dizzy. “You’re not?”
“No. I want to be with you too.”
Everything in me went still for half a second. Then I lifted my hand to his face and touched his jaw again.
He leaned into it automatically.
“You do?” I asked.
“Don’t make me repeat myself.”
I kissed him, and he kissed me back right away, his hand moving to the back of my neck, while mine slid to his waist. It started slow, but it didn’t stay that way for long. It never really did with us anymore. Not when we were alone.
He backed me up a step, then another, until the backs of my legs hit my bed.
I broke the kiss just enough to breathe. “Your idea of not having a plan got aggressive fast.”
He laughed against my mouth. “You’re welcome.”
I kissed him again, and his fingers dug into the back of my shirt.
He pulled back some to look at me. “Your parents could be home any minute.”
“Yeah.”
“And we should probably remember that.”
“Probably.”
He lingered for another second, then reached past me and pushed my bedroom door the rest of the way closed. I pulled him back to me, our mouths crashing together again, messier this time. His hands were already under my shirt, palms hot against my stomach, and mine were fisted in his hair, holding him right where I wanted him. I sat on the bed, dragging him with me.
We landed in a tangle of limbs, his weight pressing down on me. He paused the kiss just long enough to pull my shirt over my head, then his, and suddenly his mouth was on my neck, sucking a mark onto my throat that I knew I’d have to hide later. I didn’t care. All I could focus on was that I wanted more.
His hands worked on my belt buckle as I fumbled with his, our fingers clumsy and urgent. We managed to get each other’s jeans open, pushed down just enough, and then he slid down my body until he was kneeling between my legs. His heated stare met mine.
“You want me to suck you off?” he asked.
“You know I do.”
