they got back to Keane’s home after a quick bite at a local diner, Lilly was so desperate for him, it was all she could do to keep her hands off him. Instead, she focused her attention on Juno, giving the wiggly dog a good scratch. Not that she could avoid Keane for long when he was so determined.
“Come here, love.” As he pulled her to him, her heart quickened its pace until it felt like it might jump out of her chest. It was one thing for the passion between them to take over and for them to end up naked, but this was now feeling like a more conscious decision to go down that road, even if he’d been teasing her for most of the day. Taking her in, he cupped her cheek, his brow furrowing. “What has you looking so worried, all of a sudden?”
“Do I really need to answer that when I have a psychotic stalker?” It was still true, even if it wasn’t what she’d been thinking of at that moment. “You saw those emails. He’s freaking out because he doesn’t know where I am. And I’m swamped with work.”
“Work can wait until the morning, and Sirius doesn’t know where you are—and it’s going to stay that way. You can’t keep worrying about this, or it’s going to do you in. But…I think I have just the thing to help you relax.”
“If it involves getting me naked, Keane, you can guess again.” Yet when he started heading toward the back of the house, her hand in his, she followed him, not quite ready to push him away just yet.
“It does involve us stripping down, but not in the way you think. Busy as we’ve been, I never gave you the full tour of the house, which means you don’t know about this…” Keane opened the French doors and allowed her to step through. “What do you think?”
“Wow. That view is amazing. And the pool, the room…” On one side, a wall of glass overlooked the ocean, whereas on the other side was a gorgeous view of the woods and gardens. The pool ran nearly the length of the room, its waters shimmering an inviting aqua blue, lit from within so the water glowed. A wood and glass ceiling let in the setting sun, while a spa butted up against the pool, with a massive stone fireplace and seating area just beyond. “What exactly do you do for a living again?”
With a laugh, Keane sidled up behind her, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her close, his erection pressing against her ass as he kissed and nipped at her neck. “I’ve made some wise investments, is all. And just think…you could go for a swim every day if you moved in with me.”
It was a damn tempting thought. And even more tempting was Keane as he shrugged out of his shirt and kicked off his jeans and boxers.
She just had to laugh. “I swear, Keane, I’ve never seen anyone shed their clothes faster and more frequently than you do.”
“That’s ’cause I refuse to waste any time when it comes to getting the two of us naked.” He was already yanking her tee up over her head and flicking her bra off. “Off with the rest.”
“I’m glad I have a say in all this.” Not that she’d attempted to stop him.
Once again, she realized that if she didn’t put an end to what they were doing, she was making a conscious effort to be with him, to risk having her heart broken again—yet she was tired of being alone, tired of lying to herself about her feelings for Keane. And in some ways, she wondered if he was the only one who could truly heal her.
“Would you rather go for a swim while dressed?” His hands skimmed over her ribs to skim her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples as her back arched into him, silencing all her protests in a needy whimper. “There’s my good girl. Finish getting undressed for me.”
She did as he asked, kicking off her shoes, before shifting her jeans down over her hips, along with her panties, and stepping out of them once they hit the floor. Though it was relatively warm in the room, despite the high ceilings, her skin still pebbled as a shiver worked
Sophie Kinsella, Madeleine Wickham