"But what about your arrangement with her that you are so fond of?” The words were hoarse coming out of my mouth.
The hand at my breast stopped its stroking abruptly. "Baby, the last time I even touched Piper was before the Halloween party."
"Oh." That was the only word my brain could muster at that moment. My mind and body was yearning for his touch.
"Yeah, oh. Although, I figured you would know that since you're my little spy."
I moaned, shaking my head. "For the millionth time, I was not watching you."
"Come on, be honest. You were watching." Why was he talking about that? That was the last thing on my mind. His free hand traveled up my leg gently, leaving a trail of goose bumps behind. "Tell me," he whispered, his breath heavy against my ear. "What did you think when you first saw me all naked and worked up?"
My lips parted, pushing him back. "Seriously? I'm not talking about that with you."
"Fine. Discussion adjourned. I won't say anything about it again," he said, moving back into me, but stopping his touch at my breast. It was like he was playing some evil game with me. "Only because you look so fucking sexy right now. I've always thought you were gorgeous but when you're turned on, you have this fired up, passionate look on your face that's breathtaking."
I wiggled under him, warmth spreading across my thighs at his words. "Happy New Year," I blurted out, feeling like an idiot..
"Happy New Year," he repeated my words, laughing and creeping his hands along the small of my back, pulling me into his body. "You never answered my question. Is this okay with you?"
I was certain my heart was going to fly out of my chest. His question had me fighting with my desire. Did I want him? Hell yes. I wanted Keegan more than I’d wanted anything in my entire life. I just wasn't sure how much I did want. His hand slipped out from under my top.
"We don't have to do anything you don't want," he assured me, his eyes glazed over.
"I want to," I answered him, my voice low. "I just don't know how far."
"If you want me to stop, just say the word and I will. Let me make you feel good until you've had enough." The tingles that had been fluttering around my body made their way to the tiny crook in between my thighs. I had no doubts that he would make me feel good but I didn't know whether I would be able to stop once we got started. Could I handle being one of Keegan's random girls in his non-existent little black book? "Daisy, he muttered. "Quit over-thinking it."
"Okay." The short word barely left me mouth before his lips were back on mine frantically and his hands were exploring my body again. A finger hooked around the string of my top, untying it and dragging the fabric away from my chest. I tensed at the feel of his hot, wet tongue gliding down between my breasts before latching onto a nipple. My body instantly responded, arching my back to feed him more. Chills hit my body at the loss of his mouth, only to latch on to the other breast.
The tingling grew faster when his hand moved in between my legs, easing my legs apart and caressing me through my bikini bottoms. My breathing hitched, causing him to stop and pull away staring at me. "Is this okay?" he asked, concerned.
"Keep going," I nodded, squirming against the hand resting between my legs. He smiled, moving his hand away from my core and pulling the strings of my bottoms.
"Still okay?" he asked, his hand running a circle along my hipbone.
"Still okay," I confirmed, letting him take my bottoms off.
"I've been craving to do this since I first time saw you," Keegan said, running his hands across the inside of my thighs. My eyes shot open wide when he ran his finger along the outside of my opening. "And you're so wet for me." I wiggled at his touch, waiting for him to make the plunge. Needing him to do it before I died. He stroked me gently but avoided slipping his finger inside where I needed the most. My eyes shut halfway as I bit my lip awaiting trembling inside of me.
"Keegan," I hissed, wanting to scream out in frustration, "quit messing around."
His head darted up to look at me and a grin spread to each side of his cheeks. "You want me to stop?" He asked, starting to withdraw his touch but my hand shot out stopping him. Was he dumb? You do not play games with a girl who hasn’t been touched in months. It was just cruel.
"Don't stop," I bit out. "If you do, I will punch you.”
He laughed then plunged his finger inside of me without pre-warning.
Holy shit!
My body locked up as I drew in a sharp breath of surprise. "Is this better?" He asked, looking down at me while his fingers stroked me deeply.