But I only smile and disobey his command, shaking my head and giving him a taste of his own medicine.
He grins, but he’s having none of that. With a tight arm around my waist, he rolls us both until he’s over me, pinning me to the bed with his hard body.
His gaze deepens, and I feel a rush of warmth flood my pussy.
He spreads his knees, moving my thighs apart even farther, then hooks an arm under each knee, pressing them forward until I’m totally immobilized. Then he grins that wicked grin of his, letting me know he’s got me now. Anyway, he wants me, fast, slow, shallow, deep… I can’t do a thing about it but submit.
It is his birthday, so I don’t mind giving him whatever he wants.
He strokes in and out in long slow swipes until I’m desperate for more, only when I beg him, does he finally give me what I want, increasing his pace and thrusts until his body is slick with sweat, and my pussy is dripping for him, coating him fully. The sensation is so fucking good, I don’t ever want him to stop. Somehow, the words slip out of my mouth in a breathy mantra. “Don’t ever stop. Don’t ever stop.”
That only urges him on until his whole body is shaking, on the verge of exploding in orgasm. And then we both come hard. I cry out, and he grunts.
We’re both breathing heavily when my arms go around him, and he collapses on top of me. He flips off me, his chest heaving. I watch and trail the back of my hand down his slick skin. I want to rub my nipples across that chest. I want to drag them teasingly across his chest.
My sweating body is chilled and misses his warmth, so I roll and lay across that chest that so beckons me. His arms go around me, holding me to him. A feeling shoots through me from my heart to my brain. It tells me I’m home. I finally found my safe spot. It’s here, held in his arms, listening to his heartbeat under my ear, feeling his hands stroke my spine. This is my safe place; here in his arms.
I close my eyes.
I never want to leave it.
As if he senses something, Keno presses his lips to my forehead. “Tell me you won’t regret this tomorrow.”
“Never.”
“Good. Sleep, Maggie. I’ve got you.”
My body listens as if he rules it. I’m out like a light in minutes.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Maggie—
The morning sun filters in through the blinds. Warm fingers trace the skin along my ribs, followed by a soft mouth. Sweet kisses move over me, making me moan.
Keno pushes me onto my back, hovering over me, those intense caramel eyes drilling into mine.
“How did either of us ever think this could ever be just a one-night thing? I already don’t want to be away from your side.”
But someday he’ll do just that. I know it. I can’t imagine the pain when he eventually leaves town one day. I stroke the side of his face. “Me, too.”
“Come on. Let’s go get some food. I smell bacon, so someone must be cooking breakfast.”
He doesn’t wait for an answer, just pulls me to my feet.
“But I don’t have any clothes except my dress from last night.”
“Hmm. True. Wait right here.”
He slips his jeans on and disappears out the door. I grab his t-shirt from last night and drop it over my head, then go into thebathroom and do what I can with the mascara and lipstick in my tiny purse.
Keno returns in about fifteen minutes, tossing some things on the bed.
“Here you go.”
“What’s that?”
“Club merchandise. Or I can send a prospect to get your own clothes. Sorry, you’ll have to wear those heels.”