He moved his thumb faster and faster on her clit and tilted his head to stare up at her. She had to force her eyes open when she wanted to drift off into nirvana. And then something in her finally broke. Her mouth parted, her eyes widened, and she gave herself over to the pleasure.
“That’s it,” he grunted and worked her over faster, adding more pressure.
Placing her hands on his pecs for balance, Keira tilted her head back and closed her eyes, the pleasure so intense she couldn’t breathe. She dug her nails into his hard, smooth flesh and cried out. Pleasure coursed through her, starting from the tips of her toes, going through her legs and arms, and finishing at the top of her head. Never once did he stop teasing her between the thighs, and that had her pleasure soaring higher.
When she felt herself start to come back to reality, her grip on him loosening, only then did she open her eyes. He pulled his hand from between her legs, and she took in a stuttering breath as she watched him lift his glistening fingers up so she could see how he brought them to his mouth. Her lips parted as she watched him suck them clean.
God, that looks so obscene… and turns me on even more.
He gave her a slow, drugging kiss that had her tasting herself on his lips and tongue. Keira reached between their bodies, still feeling frenzied and wanting more, and went for the button of his jeans. She’d never done anything so bold before and didn’t know the first thing about sex or how to seduce a guy, but instinct took over and led her actions.
But he placed a hand on hers, stopping her from releasing the part of his body she ached for the most right now. His eyes were closed, his jaw locked tight and his muscles tense.
“What’s wrong?” Disappointment that he stopped her had her cheeks heating. He didn’t want to go further? “You don’t want this?”
Pulling her down to rest her forehead against his, he breathed out hard, not speaking.
He groaned and lifted his hips slightly, letting her feel how hard he still was. “Oh, I really fucking want this.” He opened his eyes and pulled back so they could look into each other's eyes. “But as much as I want to be buried so deep inside you that I can’t see straight, I can’t do this.”
Her heart stuttered at his words, at what they meant.
“I don’t want to do this here. You deserve more than a shitty barn while trespassing on private property.” He lifted his hand and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I want you so fucking badly I can taste it, feel it in every cell in my body, in my very marrow.”
Her heart pounded fast and hard. Keira wanted to tell him that she needed this, with him, right here, but she kept that to herself. She didn’t care if they were in a dilapidated barn on private property. She just wanted him.
But he was right, and she was glad one of them was the voice of reason.
He helped her off of him, and she started putting her clothes back on, very aware of how he watched her, his desire seeming to increase the longer he stared.
And as she thought about what he’d just done to her, what he’d given her, all Keira could keep thinking was how she’d never felt this way about anyone.
How could she become so attached to someone in such a short amount of time?
How could he make her feel so complete when she hadn’t even known she’d been anything but?
20
The following day
Keira had been riding the high ever since last night, ever since Reese had touched her in a way no one ever had. She still felt sensitive, her skin tight, the pulse still beating between her thighs.
She’d grown attached to him—that was clear.
Keira had been thinking about Reese ever since he dropped her off last night. And she felt like she wore a constant smile. She just felt so warm at the thought of him.
Her mom walked in, already done up for the day, dripping in jewels and wearing designer clothes. “Good morning, Keira.”
The clack of her mother’s heels on the tile seemed overly loud. She loved her mom, but right now, seeing the wealth abundant, knowing what Reese went through—not just during his childhood, but now—annoyed her.
“Morning,” she muttered and grabbed her toast.
After her mom poured herself a cup of coffee, she sat at the table across from her. “You came home pretty late.”
She was surprised her mother even noticed. She assumed she would have stayed in the city.
“Not too late.” Honestly, Keira wanted to stay with Reese all night.
“Did you have fun?”
Keira glanced up—not because of the question, not because of her mother seeming interested, but because of the way it was asked.
Suspiciously.
“Reese Trenton, Keira?” Her mother arched a perfectly manicured eyebrow and brought her cup to her mouth.
Her mother could be classified as one word most of the time. Snob. She was pleasant and nice, and didn't judge too harshly when it came to most things, but at the end of the day, what she valued was money, wealth, and status.
Most people who were connected to BMA were the same way.
“How do you know anything about that?” Keira wasn't keeping things secret, and she wasn’t surprised her mother found anything out. This town gossiped. But she was a little shocked she found out this soon.
“He’s nice—”
“You’re too good for trash like that.”
Keira felt her hackles rise. Her mother had said that so nonchalantly, like she hadn’t insulted the
