Chapter 143: Awkward

Maya let out a sound she didn’t recognize as she climaxed, her legs shaking wildly as she came apart on his dresser. She could hear her heavy breathing as the pleasure wave started to fade.

She wanted to touch him as he stood in front of her, holding her legs in the air, but she had taken too much tonight—she wasn’t so sure she was allowed more.

Her entire body hummed with everything concentrated where they joined. She could feel every inch of him. His hand on her arse tightened as he also climaxed.

He grunted loudly and she wished he would call her name. Beads of sweat rested on his forehead, and she longed to wipe them off.

He stopped thrusting while they were still connected, and his green eyes sparkled in the dark room. It was not a look she was used to.

Utter satisfaction.

However, it only lasted for a moment and then his gaze darkened as he stared at her suspiciously again—but this time it didn’t feel too heavy.

She couldn’t see him as clearly as she would have liked, but her eyes had gotten used to the darkness, and she could make out his features.

He slowly stepped away, and his cock slipped out of her. Maya winced slightly; she wanted to keep them together as long as she could.

"Is your arse sore?"

Maya blinked, not quite sure she had heard him right. He was standing between her legs, holding them up while they both dripped on his dresser, and he was asking her that.

She almost laughed but that was not the thing to do when she had just made love—could she even call it that—to the man who hated her the most.

"Not worse than a horse ride," she replied. It was comforting, the way he didn’t let go of her legs even though there was no need to hold on.

He chuckled. No, it couldn’t be called that. He let out loud air through his nose. It didn’t matter as long as he found it funny.

Maya finally relaxed; she didn’t realize how much tension she had been holding in her shoulders. She didn’t want to imagine what would have happened if he didn’t like her kiss.

He gently let go of her legs and helped her off the dresser. She smiled tightly as she adjusted herself while he walked away. At least he wasn’t chasing her out of his room. She doubted she was in any state to make it to her bedroom without incident.

"Here," he said.

It was impossible to hide her dumbfounded look and she hoped it was less obvious in the dark as she stared at the towel he offered.

"Thank you," she whispered and lifted her nightdress to wipe between her legs.

She couldn’t feel shame—after all, moments ago he had her spread open like a book on the dresser. She just hoped the sex was good enough that whenever he used the dresser, he was reminded of her.

She wiped her butt marks off the dresser as best as she could after she was done cleaning herself. She cleaned off any stain she could make out in the dark. It was more for something to do than the need to hide their act.

When she was done, she was surprised to see he was still standing only two feet away. A small smile slipped from the corner of her lips. The air was awkward but Maya knew she would want nothing else.

"Thank you." She handed the towel back to him and he just tossed it toward his wardrobe, not caring where it landed.

"Go to bed," he said.

His robe was undone, but most of his body was exposed and Maya had to force herself to keep her eyes on his face. She could make out part of the large scar across his chest. She had almost touched it in their intimate moments. Did he hate that?

"Okay," she mumbled and walked toward the bed.

"Wait," he called out. There was a weird urgency in his voice. "Take them off. They are soggy. I’ll call Palmer to help you get dressed in the morning."

Maya gripped her robe tightly. She was certain her nightdress and the robe weren’t stained and if they were, it would be minimal enough to survive the night.

However, she didn’t ask him any questions, nor did she question his actions. Whatever his reasons were, if he wanted her to sleep naked in his bed, she had no reason to say no.

She moved her shoulders, letting the robe fall first. She could feel his watchful eyes on her, but her courage was slowly dissipating. She couldn’t meet his eyes. Wasn’t this the first time she would be fully undressed in his presence?

She grabbed the ends of her nightdress and pulled it over her head. The cold air hit her chest and she heard a sharp intake of air, but she was unsure if it was the sound the clothes made as she took them off.

Keenan took a wobbly step forward and stopped himself. He didn’t expect her to do as he asked. It was a selfish request, one he made so he could see her breasts.

They were better than he imagined and the darkness didn’t do them justice. He could clearly remember the feel of them in his hands. He was determined to record them in his memory properly this time.

It was weird. Now that he had crossed that bridge, the others seemed appropriate to cross. If she was willing to offer her body up as penance, he didn’t want to decline her offer.

"Would you be cold?" He asked, forcing his eyes from her luscious chest. It pained him to ask this question.

"No," she replied as she walked gracefully toward the bed, her hips swinging side to side in the dark.

He didn’t move for a long time and when he finally did, she was lying in the middle of the bed looking at him with bright blue eyes.

He felt his scar itch. He truly never learned.