His angry lust softened a little. “You want to be naughty tonight, Brooke? Want to be naughty with me?”
Her head dropped back, and a delicious stream of lust and desire and relief and excitement coursed through her. “God, yes.”
A sound ebbed from his throat. His hand tightened on her face and jerked her gaze to his again. His hand stopped teasing and started driving. And where a feather-light touch might have lifted her to climax, this hard, demanding push and pressure worked her into a slow spiral toward implosion.
“Oh God… Oh God… Fuck, fuck, fuck…” She gripped the edge of the table. Fought to find the peak. Whimpered when it still didn’t come. “Mmm… Please, please, please… Don’t stop, don’t stop… Ah…God…”
He dropped his forehead against hers and rasped, “We’re gonna do this all fucking night.”
She dropped her mouth open, panting. Her muscles burned. She was already sweating. “Can’t.”
“Oh yes you can. Because I know you. You’re going to need to come again right after you come now. Once isn’t going to be enough.”
She whimpered. He was right.
“And when I push you back on this table and put my cock in you, you’re going to need to come again. And when I hover over you and kiss you, and kiss you and kiss you, you’re going to beg me to hammer into you.”
She dropped her head back. “Oh my God.”
How had he figured that out in one night? Was she that predictable? Even she didn’t know she was going to do that until he said it. Until it rang so true, she knew it was exactly what she would want.
“But I know,” he said sliding his fingers deep into the folds on either side of her clit and stroking back and forth. Back and forth. Brooke’s breath stuttered. “How easily and hard you come after the first. And since you’re feeling naughty and frustrated tonight, I’ll throw in a twist for you. Literally. We’ll see how you like that. What do you think?”
His fingers tightened on the bud of her clit and gave a little twist one way, then the other.
“Ah…”
Tug, twist, twist, rub.
“Oh my God…”
Tug, twist, twist, rub.
“Ah…ha…ha…God…” She bowed backward as the orgasm took over, ravaging her like a hungry monster, and Keaton just kept feeding it and feeding it.
And just as he predicted, he’d spent so much time building her up, that even the release wasn’t enough to satisfy her completely. Just the feel of his big hand still between her legs made her want more.
She groaned, rocked into him, and opened her eyes to his smug smile. “I hate you.”
“Tell me that again in ten minutes, thirty minutes, ninety minutes, three-hundred minutes—”
She laughed. “Shut up.”
The first smile she’d seen since he’d first set eyes on her in the warehouse that morning quirked his mouth. And it was hot. “Shut up and make you come, right? Shut up and fuck you?”
She was about to tell him that wasn’t what she meant, but he pushed a full, leisurely stroke between her legs that made her eyes cross and slid the lube over her perineum and the pucker of her ass. “Ooooh…”
“Luckily,” he murmured, easing one of her ass cheeks to the edge of the table and settling his fingers into a new and incredibly erotic exploration that tightened her throat. “Those are both extremely easy demands to fill.”
Her breath came in sharp little pants as his touch pulsed surges of heavy pleasure deep into her pelvis. With his free hand, he took her face again and lifted it to his.
“Oh…God… Oh…”
He touched his lips to hers. Licked her upper lip. Sucked it. “Like it?”
She whined in response. Gripped the edge of the table with both hands to stay balanced while she writhed—because she couldn’t hold still. He pulled her mouth to his with a hard hand on her jaw and kissed her. His tongue took hers hungrily with a matching, impatient groan, and he ate at her, while his touch revealed none of that. His fingers continued maddeningly slow and tantalizing circles and strokes, circle
s and strokes, circles and strokes.