KATHERINE POV
His hands were on my thighs, hot and possessive, and when I whispered his name — “Keegan…” — something inside him snapped.
His eyes went darker. Not just with lust, but with something primal. Feral.
“You have no idea,” he growled, his hands sliding up, gripping my hips hard. “No f.ucking idea what that does to me.”
Then his fingers curved around my as.s — firmly. Not tentative. Not testing. He gripped me like he owned every inch of me. A gasp tore from my lips as he squeezed, thumbs digging in just enough to make my breath catch.
“Always been an as.s man,” he rasped, dragging his mouth down my neck. “And yours—Kat, f.uck, I’ve dreamed about it. Lace. Black. Wrapped around this perfect little a.ss.”
“Keegan,” I breathed, but it came out needy. Shameless.
“That’s why I b
