Page 73 of Heal Me, Love Me

“Yes.” His voice came out rough. “Right there.”

I kept going until his control started to slip. His mouth stayed open, his skin flushed, and he stopped trying to guide the pace. “Rowan.”

“Yeah?”

“I’m ready.”

“Almost.”

“No.” His eyes opened. “Now.”

I withdrew my fingers and reached for the lube again. “Bossy.”

“You like it.”

“Yeah.” I slicked myself and moved between his thighs. “I really fucking do.”

The second the head of my cock pushed against him, his grip caught my side, and neither of us had anything smart left to say. I pushed in slowly. His palm landed on my arm, then slid to my shoulder as he breathed through every inch. Once I was all the way inside him, I held still, keeping my hips flush with his while his legs hooked around my waist. Soon he rolled up against me, impatient and already chasing more, so I eased out enough to thrust into him again.

After a few strokes, I found a steady pace, and Keaton touched whatever part of me he could reach—my shoulders, my back, my ass—anywhere he could grab while I fucked him into the mattress.

The bed creaked beneath us, and the air conditioner rattled near the window, but the only thing that mattered was how he reacted when I changed the angle.

“Oh god.”

I hit it again, and his head tipped back.

“Again.”

I gave him what he wanted, harder this time, and his hand slid to the back of my neck.

“Ro,” he groaned.

The way he said my name made my rhythm falter. I pulled out and shifted back until I was sitting with my legs stretched across the mattress. Keaton followed without hesitation, straddling my lap and taking me inside him again. “Fuck,” I breathed, my hands braced behind me as he started to move.

He lifted and sank down again, taking his time with the new angle. His head tipped back, which exposed his throat, and he looked so delicious, I wanted my mouth on every inch of him.

“Like that?” I asked.

He dropped down harder, setting the pace himself, and my arms almost gave out.

“So good.”

I pushed myself upright and caught his waist, holding him as he rode me. He moved faster once I had my hands on him. His arms looped around my neck and his body was hot and slick against mine while the bed dipped beneath us.

My hand slipped between us and wrapped around his cock asI thrust up into him. He came down to meet me, taking me deeper each time. His fingers pulled at my hair, his mouth stayed close to mine, and every time I stroked him, he gave me another sound he couldn’t hold back.

His next outburst was loud enough that someone in the hallway could’ve heard it.

Good.

I wanted them to.

I wanted the whole damn hotel to know he was mine, that he was here with me, that there were no locked bedroom doors hiding us from the rest of the world anymore.

Stroking him faster, I matched the way he moved on me, then his rhythm started to break. He kept trying to ride me through it,kept taking me even when his body didn’t know whether to chase my hand or my cock.

“Close?” I asked.