Rendezvous (Renegades 5)

That was something he did wait to get permission to do.

Her eyes darted over his head, then back. “Cameras?”

“I’m blocking the view.”

She licked her lips. “Then, yes. Please.” Her eyes closed briefly in a look of need, and one hand closed on his tee. “I ache.”

Emotion surged through his chest. Desire, affection, things he couldn’t name. She could make him feel so much with such little effort, it floored him. On some level, it scared him. But he’d think about that later. His physical need was too intense to worry about it now.

He held her gaze as he found the edge of her dress with his fingers. Delighted in the quickening of her breath as his fingers skimmed up the inside of her smooth thigh. Drank in the sight of her lips parting at his first touch between her legs. Savoring the heaviness in his gut as he eased two fingers between her closed thighs to stroke her.

Warm. Silky soft. And when his fingertips found her center, she soaked them.

“Fucking beautiful.” He dropped his forehead to hers and lost himself in the slick feel of her, swollen and soft beneath his fingers. He didn’t have room to do much more than stroke and rub and slide his fingertips between her warm folds, but she still clenched and gasped and moaned, making him high.

“Keaton…” She kept whispering his name, pulling at his shirt.

He followed every cue, tested out slow versus fast, steady pressure versus teasing, whispering touches.

“Jesus…Keaton… Oh God…”

“Are you a talker, Brooke? I hope so. I want to hear every little sound.”

In the very short ride, her clit swelled beneath his thumb into a perfect plump pea. Her teeth worried her lips, turning them puffy and slick. Keaton’s mind strayed toward pushing his cock between those lips, watching her suck and pleasure him. But when a surge of need shot up his spine and exploded at the base of his brain, blinding him with stars, he tore his thoughts away.

Plenty of time for that. All night, in fact. He needed to focus.

“You’re so perfect,” he murmured. “I can’t wait to get you under my mouth.”

“Oh my God.”

“I can’t even count how many times I’ve imagined tasting you.”

“Keaton…I’m—”

She pressed her face against his shoulder, and a sound rolled from her throat. The arm around his neck—when had she put an arm around his neck?—tightened, and her body quaked while her pussy clenched.

The floor button dinged, and the elevator doors slid open. Keaton felt like he’d been thrust into the light from a dark cave. He’d been so lost in her sweet body, he’d not only lost track of where they were, but he’d missed the fact that Brooke had just climaxed in record time. And still hung on him, shaking and panting.

The elevator doors started to close, and Keaton stuck his foot out to block them. At least some of his brain was still functioning.

He drew his hand from between Brooke’s legs and gripped her waist. “I’m gonna pick you up.”

Her head wobbled as she tried to lift it from his shoulder. “What?”

“What room, baby?”

She wrapped her legs around his hips, laid her head on his shoulder, and sighed, “Nine-oh-nine.”

Keaton might have been aching and tired when the night started out, but he couldn’t have been wearing a bigger smile or sporting a heart filled any fuller right now. And Brooke had just given him the energy to run all fucking night.

4

Brooke dug her hotel key from the outside pocket of her purse. Keaton swept it from her fingers and opened her door, all while carrying her. And he did it all with the same grace and ease and expertise he did everything—including bringing her to the quickest orgasm of her life the first time he touched her. In an elevator for God’s sake.

She should have known he wouldn’t have to ask any questions. Should have known he would be a master at everything involving women and sex and pleasure.

When she’d first moved to LA and stayed with Ellie and Troy, Brooke had listened to their stories about Keaton’s exploits with lurid unable-to-look-away-from-a-train-wreck fascination. Back then, she’d been half-grateful she hadn’t slept with him in Vegas and become just one more story, half-disappointed she hadn’t gotten the chance to experience him.