“Good,” I said, then grinned. “You brought breakfast.”
Keegan tossed a towel at me and laughed. “I don’t know if you’re that hungry.”
I bent at the waist, wrapped the towel around my hair, and regarded him with a sideways glance. “Cocky, aren’t you?”
He raised an eyebrow. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“You’re impossible.” I forced myself to drag my gaze from his naked body to his face. “I want to meet with everyone after breakfast.”
“Why?” He gave my bare butt a slap, before smoothing his hand over the slightly stinging skin. “Didn’t we settle everything yesterday?”
“Not everything. There’re a few things I have to finalize.”
He stepped into the shower cubicle and turned on the water. “They can wait for an hour or so. Come in here and help me reach the spots I can’t.”
I gave him the widest smile I could manage. It wouldn’t hurt to pretend he was my fiancé for a little while longer. Spilling my guts could wait because when I had nothing left, and I was curled up in my childhood bed in my parents’ house, I would at least have my memories.
I dropped the towel to the floor and followed him.
There wasn’t an inch of space our bodies didn’t fill in the steamed-up cubicle. He was irresistible, standing there naked and hard for me. I’d miss this. Miss the intimacy. The closeness. The affection. But most of all, I’d miss him.
The water hit Keegan’s face, and he lifted his head toward the spray, squeezing his eyes shut.
“How’s your head?” I asked. When he got back from his jog around the castle grounds yesterday, the lump on the back of his head looked as if it was hosting a foreign life form.
“Better.”
“Next time don’t go running on iced-over snow. You’re lucky you didn’t crack your skull open.”
“I know. I was stupid.”
I stood behind him and pressed my breasts against his muscular back. “We should dry each other off and go back to bed. There’s no room to do anything in here.”
He glanced over his shoulder and gave me a wicked smile. “We can make it work.”
Thrilling desire rocked my body, and even though he’d forced his way into my life, Keegan was one of the nice guys, and I wished we’d met under different circumstances.
I ran my hands down his torso and swiped them over the tops of his thighs, committing his body to memory.
The way his thick muscles flexed and rippled beneath my fingers showed me how much pleasure my touch gave him. Leaning my cheek against the smooth skin of his back, I moved my fingers lower and lower until they brushed over his shaft.
He shuddered and sighed.
“Turn around,” I whispered.
He turned to face me. Beneath the rushing water, he was more statuesque than ever. I had to taste him, feel him pulse against my tongue, my lips. Had to lick and suck every inch of his velvety skin.
“I’ll grab a condom,” he said, the pads of his thumbs tracing down the column of my neck.
I lowered my hand and wrapped my fingers around his width. “Don’t.”
He gave a deep growl in response, the sound filling the small space we shared. Hot water sluiced over his body, raining down, drenching me.
I leaned down and pressed small kisses along his stomach. His cock was now a whisper away from my lips. I dipped my head and licked from root to tip. Fierce bursts of arousal sent heat between my legs, and pleasure twisted inside me. Heaven. There was no other way to describe the taste or the feel of him in my mouth.
Keegan gave my hair a gentle tug, guiding me forward. Blood pounded a rhythmic beat through my ears, and the inferno blazing inside me threatened to spiral out of control.
Mindlessly, I rubbed my parted lips over his flared head and slid the flat of my tongue along his hot flesh. I took him deep before freeing him completely.
“Your sweet mouth is a dangerous thing.” He tangled his fingers in my hair, his thigh muscles tightening and shaking.
My heart and stomach jumped at the rawness, the desire in his voice. Everything about him was everything I wanted, and it would be so easy for me to keep the lie alive, to keep pretending he was my fated fiancé.
He gathered my hair into a ponytail and wrapped the wet strands around his hand, tugging until my follicles hurt.
“Wrap your hand around my cock. Jerk me off while you suck me.”
I hummed deep in my throat, my nipples and clit throbbing at his dirty talk and roughness. Curling one of my hands around him, I took control of the speed and depth of his thrusts. I wanted to be in charge, to know when he exploded, it was all because of me.
His length twitched within the circle of my fingers. My nipples puckered and hardened, seeking relief from his touch.
Releasing my hair, Keegan slapped a hand against the wall behind me. I glanced up and saw him watching. His eyelids had dropped to half-mast.
The intensity of my feelings surprised me, shocked me even. Ours would have been a relationship filled with battles. Of him wanting to take control. Of me wrestling that control back. But that didn’t matter now. None of it did.
I couldn’t afford to fall in love with him, not after everything that had happened the last time I’d fallen in love. Keegan was about fun. Orgasms and no strings, and I had to remember that.
I swirled my tongue over his slick head and picked up a teardrop of saltiness oozing from the tip.
“Fuck,” he growled.
