Page 103 of Keep Me Close

His eyes darken as he takes in the scrap of fabric covering my pussy.

“As good as you look in those panties, they need to go.”

With that, he yanks them down. Once the material is in his fingers, he lifts it to his nose and inhales a deep breath. Arousal spirals through me as my entire body turns molten.

“Fuck, baby. You smell damn near edible.”

My belly bottoms out.

“Correction,” he adds, stepping closer, “you’re extremely edible. And I plan to make a meal out of you.”

A shiver races across my skin as I reach for the waistband of his sweats and drag them down. That’s when I realize he’s not wearing underwear.

God, that shouldn’t be so sexy.

Maybe everything with Knox McNichols is just sexy.

Maybe that’s the real problem here.

He kicks off his shoes and steps out of the sweats until he’s completely bare while I’m still standing in his jersey and nothing else. His heated gaze drags over me, lingering in a way that makes my pulse stutter, before he closes the distance between us. There’s no hesitation as his hand curls around the back of my neck, then his mouth is sealed over mine, stealing the air from my lungs.

I melt into him, my fingers spreading over the solid planes of his chest. Every inch of him is firm beneath my touch—all hard muscle and heat. I can’t help but appreciate the hours he spends on the ice and in the gym, every bit of effort evident as I skim my palms over him. He feels powerful and steady. Something I can hold on to when everything else in my life is spinning out of control.

He walks me backward without breaking the kiss, guiding me with an urgency that sends a thrill racing through me. My back brushes the wall, the edge of the hallway table, anything in our path as he keeps moving us forward. By the time we stumble into the bedroom, I’m already unraveling, my body vibrating with anticipation.

We fall to the mattress in a tangle of limbs, our mouths fastened and tongues tangling. He shoves the jersey up just enough to expose my breasts before tugging the cups of my bra down and sucking one nipple and then the other into his mouth.

“Wouldn’t it be easier if you take this off?” I ask, wanting to be as naked as he is.

He pulls back just enough to look at me before shaking his head. “Absolutely not. The first time I sink deep inside your body, it’ll be while you’re wearing my jersey.”

I didn’t think I could get more turned on, but that does the trick as another wave of arousal threatens to suck me under.

His mouth collides with mine as he stretches out on top of me. When I spread my legs wider, he settles between them, his thick arousal sliding against my core. The sensation is dizzying.

“Chey…” His voice is more of a deep scrape. “You feel so damn good.”

“It would feel even better if you were actually inside me.”

“Is that what you want, baby?” He pushes in just enough to make us both groan. “My hard dick?”

When he stills, I grow impatient and wriggle closer. “Why did you stop?”

He exhales as his forehead drops to mine. “I need a condom.”

“No, you don’t. I’m protected.”

He gives one shallow thrust before pulling back again, a pained expression on his face.

“I haven’t been with anyone in six months, but I still want to be careful, okay? Especially with you. I’ll be right back.”

With that, he rolls away, practically diving for the nightstand next to the bed. I stare at him, half dazed and half amused as he yanks open the drawer, then grabs a small packet before tearing it open with his teeth and rolling the condom on with the kind of efficiency that is annoyingly hot.

What can’t be denied is that the man has a gorgeous cock. And watching him slide the latex over his hard length shouldn’t be as much of a turn-on as it is. The second he finishes, he’s back between my legs and pressing a kiss against my pussy, tonguing me just enough to make me arch, before climbing up my body.

This time, there’s absolutely no pause. We both groan when he thrusts inside me with one smooth stroke. My eyes nearly roll back in my head at the delicious girth now filling me. I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything as amazing.

“Fuck, baby,” he mutters. “Just… fuck.”