“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Quickly making up for lost time.”
“I think I can help with that.” I unbuttoned his tuxedo jacket, then ran my hands lower and pulled his crisp, white shirt from the waistband of his trousers. I dragged my nails over his abdomen until he hissed out a breath.
Already turned on beyond recognition, the power my touch had over him exhilarated me even more.
“Clothes off,” I commanded and scraped my teeth over his lower lip.
“Uh, uh. Plenty of time for that later.”
Ignoring him, I tugged open his bow tie and reached for the buttons on his shirt, but before I even got to the second one, Keegan restrained my hands against the desk and pressed himself against me.
“Later. I promise. Too many people around now.”
I wiggled my hands free and brushed my knuckles along the front of his trousers. “I’ll hold you to that.”
His hands explored my exposed skin and pushed down the bodice of my dress. The edge of his thumbs grazed my nipples, sending rushes of blood to my clit.
He moved his lips to my breasts, where he licked slow, tightening circles around one of my puckered nipples. This wasn’t the time to be slow. Was he trying to drive me insane? I wanted rough, hard, fast. To feel how much he missed me. How much he wanted me. Arching my back, I pushed my nipple deep into his mouth, but he released it with a pop.
A frustrated breath whooshed out from my mouth. “I might die.” I caught his hair between my fingers and yanked him back to my breast.
“I think I already have,” he said and took my nipple back into his mouth.
When he moved his attention to my other breast, my head lolled back. This time he wasn’t slow or deliberate. He sucked hard, trapping my nipple in his mouth, tormenting me with the flat of his tongue. My body hummed beneath him, and even though he’d hardly touched me, I was already close to coming.
“More,” I whispered.
With his lips still fastened over my nipple, he pushed up the layers of my dress. And when my legs fell open, he stepped inside until my thighs framed his. His fabric-encased cock pressed against my damp underwear. If he didn’t touch me soon, I might lose my mind.
He tore his mouth from my nipple and grinned. “Miss me much?”
“Keegan,” I begged.
He lifted my legs by the ankles and hooked them around his waist. He then eased my shoulders back until I lay on the desk. His fingertips stroked along the tops of my stockings and slid over the edge of my panties. “Nice and wet.” His hot hand cupped my mound, and my arousal deepened.
I gripped the edge of the desk, writhing and grinding against the heel of his palm. Molten fire licked low in my belly, ready to engulf me.
“Is this what you want?” he asked. His dilated eyes shone, and his chest rose and fell rapidly.
Unable to form words, I nodded. He nudged the lacy material out of his way and slipped two fingers beneath the fabric, his blue eyes not leaving mine. I wanted to stay locked in this room with him forever. To lie down in front of the Christmas tree and have steamy, body-clenching sex all day. He leaned over, and the fingers of one hand dug into my thigh while his other fingers worked my clit, making me soar. I wanted more. Much, much more.
I brought my hands to my breasts, where I teased, pinched, and pulled my nipples. A savage groan came from deep within Keegan. His mouth mashed against mine. Pressure coiled inside of me, and frenzied lust took control.
“Use...fingers,” I panted against his lips, “inside.”
“So soon?” Despite the smile in his eyes, his raspy voice betrayed his desire.
“Please.”
His thumb tapped my clit, and he slid two fingers inside my channel. My heart hammered, and my hips moved against his touch. Keegan pumped his fingers hard and fast. I braced myself on my elbows and threw back my head.
The plunging rhythm increased, and the urgency within me intensified. The sensations in my stomach grew sweeter, tighter until I cried out.
“Sssh, sweetheart,” he whispered. “Keep it all inside.”
Every cell in my body seized up at once, and my breath grew rougher, faster.
Spasms took control. My walls clenched over his fingers, never wanting to let go. I bit my lower lip and sobbed. Even after my orgasm had crested and waned, he continued to move his fingers.
“Ride it out,” he growled. “Give me everything.”
Tremors continued to quake through me, and after a few relentless minutes, I collapsed onto the desk. My heart stuttered and stopped before lurching back to life.
A hammering at the door broke us apart. I gasped and laughed while Keegan stood and slipped his fingers from me with a smile.
“Hey, Capulet and Montague. Get your angst-ridden butts out here,” Barb yelled. “Time to eat, drink, and be merry.”
“So am I forgiven?” Keegan asked as I rearranged my dress.
I sat up and smiled. “Maybe.”
He groaned and leaned his forehead against mine. “You do know it’s all I can do not to throw you over my shoulder and take you to our room?”
“Spoken like a true Neanderthal. Think you can wait until later?” I asked, nodding toward his very evident erection.
“Like hell. We’re sneaking away during the speeches.”
The wedding festivities continued into the wee hours, and we rang in Christmas Day with a kiss beneath the mistletoe.
“Here’s to a very happy Christmas and a very sexy New Year,” Keegan said, his words punctuated with kisses.
“I do like the sound of a sexy New Year.” I nibbled his neck and rested my head against his chest. “Tell me more.”
“It involves no clothes and very little sleep.”
“I guess I can make myself available.”
“Can you make yourself available for the rest of your life?” He stood back and lifted my hands to his lips, his blue eyes filling with emotion. “I love you, Tessa Maken, and want to spend the rest of my life with you. We can figure out the logistics and make everything work.”
Happiness swelled my heart, and tears blurred my vision. I reached up and cupped his
