Page 107 of Keep Me Close

“And now?” she whispers, her voice catching when I pull back and thrust in deep again.

“And now I don’t give a shit.” I bottom out, and nearly lose my damn mind. “I can’t give this up.” Another slow stroke. “And I won’t give you up.”

The words are out before I can second-guess them.

And the fucked-up part is I mean every single one.

With a groan, I force myself to pull out. “I need to grab a condom.”

Her nails dig into my arms, stopping me. “Please don’t. You said you haven’t slept with anyone in six months, right?”

I jerk my head in a nod. “I haven’t. Haven’t even wanted to.”

“I trust you, Knox. I want to feel all of you. And I don’t want anything coming between us when we’re together.”

Jesus Christ. I close my eyes for half a second, trying to hang on to what little self-restraint I have left. The way her inner muscles clench around my dick is already pushing me to the edge.

Her hand slides into my hair, fingers brushing over my scalp.

“Are you sure?” I ask, because even with my brain halfway gone, I need to hear her say it.

“Yeah,” she says, angling her hips toward me. “I am.” Her gaze holds mine. “No one else has ever made me feel this good.”

Pride expands in my chest until it’s close to bursting. “Same, baby.”

I drive back inside her slick heat, and, fuck, it feels just like coming home. Now that I’ve experienced what it’s like to be inside her, I don’t ever want to leave. I’ve heard guys talk about unicorn pussy, and always thought it was a bunch of bullshit. Turns out when it’s the right woman, it’s not BS at all.

Because Chey is mine.

It doesn’t take long for us to find our rhythm, and I do everything in my power to keep hold of my control, because if I come early for a second time, I’ll have to retire from the Railers and move out of the country.

It’ll be that fucking embarrassing.

With my teeth gritted, I focus on blue skies. When that doesn’t work, I count backward.

In Spanish.

And when I’m teetering right on the edge, I change the angle of my thrusts, making sure to hit that spot deep inside her that has her breath catching and nails digging into my skin. Her moans grow louder, sweeter, and at this point I’m sweating bullets from the effort it takes to hold back. Pretty soon, I’m going to start shaking.

“Knox… I’m going to come.”

Thank fuck.

The second her inner muscles clamp around me, I’m done. I come like a freight train barreling down the tracks, and it’s hard enough to knock the breath right out of my lungs.

We come together, and it’s so damn good it’s borderline violent. By the time I collapse on top of her, my heart is pounding so fast I’m half-convinced an ambulance will need to be called.

Still, I manage to lift my head and stare down at her before cocking a brow. “Well? Thoughts? Perhaps you’d like to give me a standing ovation?”

She cracks open one green eye and smiles, looking entirely too satisfied. “I’d give it an eight. Although, you pretty much stuck the landing.”

I snort. “Eight, my ass. That was solid ten material.”

“Excuse me? Who’s the judge here?”

Even though I’m already softening, I push back into her just enough to make her gasp. “Guess we’ll just have to go for round two.”

She grins. “Well, you won’t hear me complaining about that.”