Page 140 of The Betrayal
I love who I have become with him. Sure, things haven't been easy. But I love him.
With every nerve ending, every fiber, every skip of my heart beat and every solid pump of my heart.
And that will never change.
Whether we choose to be together or not.
I will always, without a doubt, love Keaton Mills.
Cross my heart and swear to die, I’ll love him till the end of time.
CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
ARIZONA
Sleep doesn't come easy when we're home. My head is thumping, I am replaying the conversation between me and my dad and I hate that's where the evening took us. I honestly thought he would be okay, but he can't seem to let it go. I know it isn't ideal. I get it, I really do. But, I also don't. Sighing, I'm bored at staring at the ceiling. Climbing out of bed, I pad downstairs to the living room and turn the TV on. Moving towards the kitchen, I pour some milk into the pan and let it simmer. It's quiet and peaceful. The sunrise is just around the corner, ready to greet the day, but I'm not ready for morning yet.
Turning off the gas, I reach for a mug and pour my milk then drizzle a little honey before stirring it. Cupping it, my hands slowly warm. The hum of the freezer draws my attention and I suddenly have a craving for ice. I am salivating just thinking about the crunch. Placing my mug down on the countertop, I tug the freezer drawer and my eyes light up when I see the ice compartment full. I pick a piece, popping it past my lips and crunch down, and it was too satisfying. I needed more. What the fuck. I hadn't had one single craving, but here I was, raiding the freezer like an addict. I grab a plastic jug from under the stove and fill it to the brim. Holding my ice in one hand, milk in the other, I quietly walk towards the living room and sink onto the sofa. I have one of Keaton's oversized tees on, I smile when his scent drifts up and fills my nose. Placing my jug and mug onto the glass coffee table, I tug the sofa throw up and over my body then like a happy kid who has her candy waiting, I reach for my ice, popping another piece into my mouth as I flick through the streaming app. I settle on Something Borrowed and drop the control into my lap. I'm not alone long when I hear the heavy footsteps of Keaton.
“Hey,” sleep masks his usual gravelly tone and my skin prickles. His thick brown hair is sticking up in numerous places, eyes puffy and full of sleep. Wearing low rise pajama pants, his Adonis belt proudly on show. A dusting of brown hair forms from his pants waistband and up to his belly button, breaking for a while until more is scattered across his broad, toned chest.
“Hey,” I say as I crunch down on more ice and I see his lips pout, one eye closed, the other watching me.
“What you eating?”
“Ice,” I say in a mocking tone. I mean, surely, he can see it's ice right?
“I can see that, but why?”
Don't make sense.
I shrug, smiling when I see Kate Hudson and Ginnifer Goodwin dancing on the large screen in front of me. “Craving?”
“Yeah?” he hums, sitting down next to me.
“Yeah,” I nod.
“I've got a craving,” his voice is slow, and I know that tone. My mouth is open, ice between my fingers and the ice water is running down my wrist.
“For ice?” I act dumb and he shakes his head from side to side, leaning over and lowering his mouth over the ice and licking it erotically, his hot breath on my cold fingers and pleasure ripples deep inside of me, I press my thighs together just as he sucks the ice from between my fingertips.
Lifting the blanket from me, his eyes rake over me and tired Keaton is long gone. He clicks the TV off then leans across me, turning me to face him then pushing me back gently so I am laying on the sofa.
He looks at the nearly empty and melted jug of ice and tuts in a disapproving matter.
“This will not do,” he shakes his head softly, his hair flopping forward, and it takes everything in me to not run my fingers through it and fix it. His long fingers dip into the jug and pulls the last piece of ice out and purses it between his lips. He stands, and I watch, lips parted, chest heaving at the sight in front of me. It doesn't matter how much I see this man with my own eyes, I will never tire of how beautifully sexy he is. And he is all mine.
One step, two step and his leaning down, the gold chain that has my wedding band on dangling and my fingers wrap round the delicate metal.
Our lips inches apart, breaths heavy and eyes dipping as the quiet teasing between us intensifies. We always say we won't do this anymore, but it's pointless even wasting breath on saying the words. Because as soon as we've entered this force field that surrounds us, we're doomed.
Iced water drips from his mouth onto my lips and I know how it feels yet I gasp as if surprised, and that's when he kisses me, passing the ice through his lips, his tongue rolling it around my mouth, and I am hot and ready for him. His fingers are not touching me, hands not grabbing and his body isn't even on top of me yet I am writhing beneath him because I can't get enough. I need more. Within seconds the small ice cube has disintegrated into nothing but water that I drink down like I'm dehydrated. Desperate.
“Be right back,” he smirks against my lips, breaking away and I swear I could come from just him looking at me like he wants to devour me. I say nothing, just brace myself with panting as I wait for him to return. I look down at myself, wish I would have changed but why does it matter because within minutes he will have this tee off and over my head and I’ll be naked under his touch, his lips, his body.
My body stiffens when I hear his footsteps hitting the hard floor in the hallway, knowing he is seconds away from sending me to seventh heaven.
“Look at you,” he groans, and I don't miss the chance to sneak a peek at him in the lowly lit room. He is a God.