Page 92 of Keep Me Close

The taste of her goes straight to my head. And the soft sound that escapes her is nearly my undoing.

Cheyenne Benson has consumed my every waking thought for days now.

If I’m being honest, it’s been a hell of a lot longer than that.

Fucking years.

When my lips trail down the slender column of her throat, her head falls back, granting me even more access. I take my time, kissing and licking and savoring before reaching the neckline of the jersey and shoving the thick fabric up her body until her breasts spill free.

Christ, this woman.

I lower my mouth to one pebbled nipple, sucking gently at first, then harder when her fingers delve into my hair, tugging me closer. Her breathing turns ragged as she arches her spine.

Everything about this woman drives me out of my fucking mind.

And the scariest part?

I already know it’ll never be enough.

I ease the first nipple free before kissing my way across her chest. Reaching the other, I take my time, giving it the same deliberate attention. It draws a shiver from her, and the reaction hits me like a freight train.

She’s so fucking beautiful it almost hurts to stare at her.

I slide lower, pressing kisses over every inch of skin I can reach. First her stomach and then her hipbone. The inside of one thigh and then the other.

The last thing I want is for this to be rushed.

I want her to feel adored. I want her to forget about everything outside this penthouse.

I kiss my way down one leg, pressing my lips against the delicate skin behind her knee before sliding lower to the arch of her foot. Her body loosens with each touch, her breath catching as she leans back against the glossy surface, the material bunching above her breasts.

The sight of her nearly steals my breath all over again.

She looks wild and flushed.

Mine.

That’s the only word that rises within me before I try to shove it back down again. But it stays there, refusing to budge.

As I kiss my way back up her other leg, I pause at the inside of her thigh, sinking my teeth into the soft flesh just enough to make her gasp before soothing it with my tongue, leaving a faint mark behind. I don’t allow myself to think too hard about the need inside me that demands I claim her in some way.

“Spread your legs wide, baby,” I say, voice roughened with need. “Let me see every gorgeous inch.”

Her teeth scrape across her lower lip as she does exactly as I ask.

I straighten, taking in the pretty picture she makes with my jersey shoved up around her collarbone so her breasts are on display. Her thighs are parted for me, and she’s already slick with need. Never in my life have I seen anything more beautiful than Cheyenne sprawled across the top of my piano.

When my thumb brushes over her clit, another whimper breaks loose from her.

Unable to hold back for another second, I step closer and lower my face to her pussy. My tongue laps from the bottom of her slit to the top of her clit, licking up all that delicious cream. Her fingers tunnel through my hair to hold me in place. With every stroke, she becomes even more responsive. Her legs part a bit more until she’s spread impossibly wide. When I run the tip of my tongue across her lips, circling them with a maddening slowness, her nails rake against my scalp as she presses me closer.

“Knox…”

“What is it, baby?” The words come out gravelly. “Tell me what you need.”

“For you to make me come.”

“You don’t want me to keep playing with you?” I give her another long lick. “Driving you crazy?”