Skyscrapers & Camelot (Renovate Book 1) (16 page)

He stares at me and asks, “Ready?”

I think that’s a strange thing to ask since I’m sure he can smell my desire, but I nod in return.

Keegan slowly enters me, and I feel whole again. He pauses for a few seconds before we begin moving together in a synchronized rhythm, first slow and then fast as our orgasms quickly build. I didn’t think our lovemaking could be any better than last night, but this is different. We are more confident and sure.

We both moan at the same time when Keegan grabs my ass and pulls me closer to him, and I know I won’t be able to last much longer.

Our rhythm increases even more, slamming his headboard into the wall, and Keegan grabs onto it with one hand then pulls my pelvis closer to his. He’s finally let go, showing me this is how he truly makes love. It is uninhibited, free, and incredible.

As he thrusts into me hard, it doesn’t take much more before I let go of the orgasm I have been holding. I scream out his name, and he silences me with another passionate kiss while he continues to thrust into me even faster. It isn’t long before I feel him let go and achieve an orgasm of his own.

He puts his weight on top of me, fully sated. Our fast breathing begins to return to normal as he slowly pulls out of me.

“There’s that pouty lip again,” he says.

I can’t help it. His absence disappoints me more than I would like.

He removes the condom and ties it in a knot before discarding it in a nearby trashcan and returning to the bed, wrapping his arms around me.

“Who knew Keegan was a cuddler?” I tease, making him laugh.

“You know I’ve always been a cuddler. Well, actually, I’ve only ever cuddled with you, come to think about it.”

I believe him, and that knowledge makes me happy.

“All those women don’t know what they were missing.”

He faces me so now we are both lying on our sides. Looking into my eyes, he says, “As far as I’m concerned, there has only been you.”

“You’re going to give me cavities. I don’t think you could be any sweeter.”

He blushes. Keegan James’s cheeks actually turn a nice shade of red.

I smile at him and give him a sensual kiss on the lips.

“I love you,” I tell him from my heart. I do, so much.

“I love you to the stars,” he returns, setting my heart aflutter.

We hold each other close before drifting into a peaceful slumber where I dream of a boy I thought was lost, but now is found. And I have no intention of losing him ever again.

Hours later, I feel movement beside me as Keegan releases his arms from around me. Standing up from the bed, he goes to his dresser, pulling a pair of boxer briefs out and putting them on.

I watch him, admiring his physique, and take notice of how his back is just as sexy as his front.

Keegan turns around, catching me admiring him. “See something you like?”

“Maybe.” I smirk.

He walks back over to the bed and hovers over me. “Well, I definitely see something I like.” He places a chaste kiss on my lips that is way too short for my liking. “I’ll be right back. I need to check my messages.”

He leaves the room, and I roll over, hugging his pillow, smelling his delicious scent. I wonder if he would notice if I took it home with me. I laugh internally at my ridiculousness.

I look out the window and stare at the New York skyline, remembering that I haven’t even seen my phone since I arrived last night. I’m sure Reese has been texting, wondering what the latest news is. I don’t want to leave the bed yet force myself to roll out of my comfort.

I pad over to the dresser in search of a T-shirt to wear. After opening a few drawers, I find his T-shirts, pulling one out with the word Syracuse written across the front, Keegan’s alma mater.

I find my purse where I left it in the office along with Keegan; however, his back is turned while he talks on his phone, arguing with someone. Not wanting to disturb him, I grab my purse and take it back with me into his room.

Sitting Indian-style on his bed, I go through my texts and find several from Reese, some asking if I am getting any, which makes me laugh, and one that advises, if I don’t call her back with all the juicy scoop, she will no longer talk to me. You would think being occupied with Kaleb would keep her busy, but no, she’s as nosy as ever.

I decide the best course of action is to call her. I dial her number, and after three rings, she answers with, “You’re alive!”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t have my phone, or I wouldn’t have worried you.”

She sighs. “What am I going to do with you? You’re lucky your boyfriend communicates with his brother.”

“So why are you so bent out of shape? You knew where I’d be, and you have a boyfriend of your own to keep you occupied,” I tell her.

The word boyfriend seems like such a foreign word. The last steady boyfriend I had was in college, and we dated for several years before he had to move away. A long distance relationship wasn’t in the cards for us. I cared for him deeply and even gave him my virginity, but I knew all along he wasn’t the one for me. My heart always belonged to someone else.

“Scoop, now.”

I pause for a moment then begin. “Well, there’s not much to tell. We had dinner and talked then went to bed.”

“That’s bullshit, Aimee, and do you know how I know that?” She sounds angry.

“How?”

“Early this morning, while Kaleb and I were sound asleep after a full night of hot sex, that blonde bimbo calls my man, giving him the third degree about you. She told him she found you both naked this morning in his bed, and she was not happy at all. I could hear her yelling crap about you, so I grabbed his phone and hung up on her. No one needs to hear that.”

I can’t believe this woman. Can’t she just relax and worry about someone else? This reinforces my feelings of insecurity over exactly what her history with Keegan is. Why does she have so much power in this whole equation?

“Gretchen barged into Keegan’s room this morning since he turned off his phone last night. I guess she needed him for something or another. We were covered, but it wouldn’t take a genius to figure out what went on between us.”

“Tell me, how was it?”

“I have no words. Better than I ever imagined and everything I wanted.” My heart is so full right now I’m afraid to leave this happy bubble I’ve been in since last night.

“If Keegan is anything like his brother, you are one lucky woman.”

I am lucky, and not because of the sex, but because of what we have become. He is mine, and I am his officially. Who am I kidding? He claimed me the day we met. There will never be anyone else.

“I’m happy for you, Aimee. You deserve everything Keegan can give you. He’s your Noah,” she says, referring to
The Notebook
.

“He is and more,” I tell her with a smile.

I look up and see Keegan stride into the room with a smile.

“Reese, I have to go. I’ll see you later, okay?”

“We aren’t finished talking, Aimee.”

“Bye, Reese,” I say before quickly hanging up.

Keegan strides over, grabbing the material of his shirt he notices I’m wearing. “This looks way better on you than it ever did on me.”

“You think?”

“I know, and I may never have it washed again.”

I’m pretty sure he’s never getting it back, but knowing he likes me wearing it makes me feel all giddy like a teenager.

“So that was Reese?”

“Yes, she was worried when she didn’t hear from me.”

He lies down beside me on the bed with his hand propping his head up, looking at me with interest. “She cares for you?”

“Of course. She’s my best friend,” I say, not thinking of how it sounds since the only other best friend I ever had was him.

Keegan stares at me, looking a little hurt, but he has to know things are different between Reese and I compared to him, especially now.

“You know your shoes were pretty hard to fill, Keegan. I didn’t replace you with Reese. She was my college roommate, and we clicked from the moment we met. She also didn’t know anyone in the city besides her brother. She’s from California, and that’s where all her family and friends are.”

I’m not sure why I’m explaining this to him. He disappeared. I don’t owe him an explanation, but the look he gave me made me want to let him know he wasn’t replaced.

He smiles at me and grabs my hand, running circles over my thumbs, which instantly runs tingles down my spine. His touch is always so soothing. Even as children, he always seemed to know the perfect way to touch me.

“I’m sorry for being absent even a single day since we met, Aimee.” He pulls the hand he’s holding to his mouth and gives it a light kiss.

“I know, and you’re forgiven,” I tell him.

“Don’t think I won’t spend the rest of my life proving how sorry I am.”

I stare at him then give him a kiss on the lips. “If I knew how good kissing you was, I would’ve grown a pair and done it a long time ago,” I tell him to try to lighten the mood. “Yes, kissing you doesn’t suck like I thought it would.”

He takes that as a challenge and attacks me with his fingers, knowing I’m ticklish. I urge him to stop, but he’s enjoying making me squirm underneath him.

“Take it back and I’ll stop.”

“I didn’t say it sucked, just that I thought it would,” I return.

He grabs both of my arms, pinning them down, now over me with a mischievous look in his eyes.

“See, Aimee, now you have done it. You’re going to make us late now.”

Late for what?
I wonder.

Before I can even ask, he assaults my lips with his own. Wherever we are going will have to wait because Keegan has other plans, ones that involve showing me how his kisses do not suck and making love to me for a third time. I suddenly don’t ever want to leave this bed.

Chapter Sixteen

Keegan wasn’t lying when he said we would be late. After making love again, he dragged me out of bed to get dressed. I was none too happy to leave our happy little bubble. I wore my clothes from the day before, while he dressed in jeans and a crisp, sage, button down, long-sleeved shirt. Before leaving, I warned him Reese may give him a hard time and to be on his best behavior.

This time, Keegan drove us in his Mercedes to my apartment so I could change. I like his driver Andrew, but it’s definitely nice being alone with him.

Once inside, I quickly change into a pair of dark skinny jeans and a lavender sweater, still wearing my star necklace to complete the outfit. I don’t plan on removing my favorite piece of jewelry anytime soon.

We arrive forty-five minutes late for meeting Kaleb and Reese at the Gramercy Tavern. This particular establishment is known for their American cuisine. The last time Reese and I were here, we made a reservation a month in advance for her birthday dinner. I guess Keegan doesn’t have to make reservations, though.

Keegan and I walk in, hand in hand.

“You’re late,” Reese addresses, winking at me.

Heat creeps to my cheeks as Keegan gives his brother a friendly pat on the back and pulls out a chair for me to sit down. We are seated at a square table with Keegan to my left, Reese sitting to my right, and Kaleb right across from me with the goofiest smile on his face.

“Kaleb, please take that grin off your face. You’re starting to scare the other customers,” I tell him.

“I can’t help it. I predicted this in the sixth grade when you broke up with J.J. Kowalski.”

He has the memory of an elephant. I have no idea what he’s referring to, but I’m sure he will let me know. Kaleb never was one to hold anything back. What you see is what you get with him, and that’s exactly why he’s the perfect match for my best friend.

“You did?” I question.

“Yep, you broke up with J.J. because you didn’t like his new haircut. You were so picky, always finding something wrong with whoever you dated.”

“That’s not true.”

Kaleb fires back, “Whatever you say, picky Aimee.”

I was so not picky. He’s full of it. I was in the sixth grade. Plus, he was cutting into my afternoons with Keegan, although I don’t remember ever saying he had a stupid haircut.

“Aimee, question?”

What does he want now?

“What?” I say, glaring at him.

“Why on earth did you go to your senior prom with Dean Delaney? That guy was the biggest douche in town,” he asks.

What is with this inquisition, and how does he even know that? See, the memory of an elephant.

“He wasn’t a douche.”

“Um, yes, he was. He had a big mouth, too, if you know what I mean.”

“No, I don’t, actually. Please enlighten me, Kaleb.”

“We ran into him at a party that year, and he was bragging about how he was going to bag you on prom night.”

Okay, well, maybe he was a douche, but he didn’t bag me. It was actually a little awkward, like he was nervous the entire time.