Royally Broken by Elle Boon Page 0,51
another light pinch, watching her face. Her face flushed in pleasure.
“It feels good. Different but good. I know when my milk is ready to come in. I’ve been weening him so they’re not as...as full.” She turned her head away, the flush becoming redder.
“Baby, look at me.” When she didn’t do as he said, he bent, taking one nipple into his mouth, giving a hard suck. Her cry of pleasure had him letting go with a wet pop. “There’s nothing you and I do that you can’t tell me. Nothing about your body you can’t speak to me about. Nothing. Do you understand what I’m telling you? If you need me to run to the store to buy you feminine products, you tell me. If you like a certain tampon, you say it and I’ll get it. I’m not a pussy who can’t make sure his woman’s needs are met in or out of the bedroom.”
“But, I’m not. That is...we’re not like that. After you leave here, you’ll go about your life and I’ll be left with a hole in mine.” She blinked, her eyes shining with unshed tears.
Keys shifted so that he was lying over her, holding his weight on his forearms and legs. “Palmer, I came running back here for two things. One, because your email made me curious, and two, because of you. They both circled back to one common denominator. You. I wanted you when you were fifteen to my eighteen. I knew I’d have you if I stayed and I would’ve ended up in jail if I did, because you were the good girl to my lowlife bad boy. Now, those lines are more than blurred. Hell, if what you say is true then maybe I’m still the bad boy, but I’m not what I was. We got a lot to discuss, but trust me, I want more than one night with you. I want all your nights and days for however long you’ll have me. And that baby over there might not have been created between you and me, but if you’ll let me, I want to help you raise him. I want to be the one to show him how to be a man, how to treat a woman and all the things a boy needs to know. Shit, if he wants to play T-ball I’ll even be his coach.”
She brought her hands up wiping away the tears that were flowing from her eyes. “You are the only man I want to do all that. Besides, I think you’d look really sexy in a pair of tight white ball pants.”
Keys rubbed his nose against hers. “There’s no way on God’s green earth I’d wear a pair of those. So, can we get back to the good stuff?”
Palmer’s brows rose. “I thought we were.”
He pushed back onto his arms, staring down at her and her naked breasts with the bra still half on. “Nope. You’ve got your pants on and my dick hurts. That means I’ve yet to slide into your wet heat.”
Her eyes took on a heated longing he couldn’t wait to fulfill.
“By all means, let’s rectify all that please,” she said in a prim tone.
Oh yeah, Keys couldn’t wait to get his very proper woman naked and spread for him.
His eyes roved over her, worshipping every inch, mapping how he planned to savor her. “You’re so beautiful.” He kissed her gently, a light brush of his lips over hers. She softened beneath him just as he knew she would. She may say she was ready, her words demanding he take her, only she had been stiff until he kissed her. He felt her relax, her arms slipping over his chest once again, touching him in exploration, uninhibited.
He slipped his tongue inside her mouth, dueling with hers. Her sweet strawberry taste reminded him of his favorite dessert; strawberry shortcake topped with fresh whipped cream.
There was so much he wanted to do. Patience was something he had in spades, yet he didn’t think he could take hours seducing her, not this first time. Next time he promised himself. Sliding his mouth down her jaw, he gave her soft, biting kisses, leaving little marks that would be gone by morning. If he’d been a caveman, he’d have bit a little harder. Not this first time, but every time after he would, ensuring all who saw her would know she’d been claimed, marked as his.
At her chest, he looked his fill, seeing the veins leading to