Beautiful Distraction(59)

“I’m already burned,” I whisper.

“So am I.”

His lips come closer to mine, until his mouth is less than an inch away. I can feel his hot breath. I’m wondering what he tastes like.

In a bold moment, I lick across his upper lip, then pull back. A feral sound escapes his lips. His hands go roughly around my waist, pressing me against his body.

He’s hard—just like last night.

“I want you,” he mutters.

He seems surprised, as though feeling that way about a woman for longer than a few days isn’t usually the case.

“Seems like you didn’t have a good night either,” I say, a little smug.

“I actually did. Twice.” His hands cup my ass and press me against him. His erection feels amazing against my core. I moan unwillingly. “But that was just my warm-up.”

“Ava?” Mandy’s voice calling from the hall rattles me.

I push Kellan aside and walk past him, my face on fire, just in time before Mandy’s head pops in.

“I’m in here,” I say needlessly and peer up at her.

The suspicion is written all over Mandy’s face. Heat shoots up my neck to my cheeks as I realize I’m only wearing my bra, holding my blouse in my hand.

I turn away, but I’m pretty sure you can see my blush from a mile.

“What were you two up to?” Mandy asks casually, like she hasn’t seen us in ages and is trying to catch up.

I’m pretty sure she can see that I’m half naked.

“Breakfast,” Kellan says.

Wow, he’s the god of casual.

I dare to peek at him. He’s leaning against a counter with his arms crossed across his chest, his biceps bulging. And there’s something else that’s bulging.

I swallow and peel my gaze off his jeans, albeit unwillingly.

He’s big. I saw that firsthand when he took care of his needs. I noticed it again last night, but I hadn’t realized just how huge he is until now.

And he’s making no secret out of his erection. Apparently, he doesn’t give a damn about the fact that everyone can see it.

“Eggs Benedict for me, please,” Mandy says and takes a seat at the table, arm outstretched, as though she’s waiting for someone to hand her a cup of coffee.

“Those are Lila’s, my best hen.” Kellan holds up a bowl with eggs. “I don’t have a Benedict.”

I snort and immediately press a hand against my mouth to stifle it. He has a sense of humor. I like that. Our gazes meet, and something passes between us again. Heat gathers between my legs, and the same slow throbbing sensation from last night returns with a vengeance.

Oh, God. What is it with this guy and my chemical reactions to him?

It’s like I’m a walking pill of female Viagra.

“What about you, Ava?” Kellan asks softly.

The way he says my name, I swear the temperature has just risen a few degrees.

“I’ll take whatever you have.”

Our gazes remain locked.

He moistens his lower lip.

I can see the wet trail on it and wish we were alone so I could run my tongue over it and taste him the way I’ve wanted ever since meeting him.

His thoughts mirror mine. I can see it from the way his gaze brushes my bra and lingers there—way too long. He’s not even subtle about it.

Under different circumstances, he’d probably say something way too inappropriate, but he won’t with Mandy present. I’m not sure whether to be grateful to her or annoyed to the point of kicking her ass out of the kitchen.

“What happened last night? You two disappeared outside, and when you came back, you couldn’t get away fast enough,” Mandy says, drawing my attention back to her.

I could kill her for being so direct.

Instead of following my murderous urges, I sit down at the table and try to focus on someone other than Kellan for a change. “Nothing happened. I was tired.”

Kellan shoots me a strange look. I grimace at him, lest he open that arrogant mouth of his and say all the wrong things, and take a sip of my coffee.

“I think it was all a bit too much for Ava,” Kellan says. “She didn’t expect everything to be so intense.”

I almost choke on my coffee. In an attempt to hide it, I hold my breath to stifle the scratching sensation in my throat until my eyes begin to water.

I can’t believe the audacity.

“You don’t have to talk about me in the third person, Kellan,” I say. “I’m right here.”

Of course, he’d think his tongue is God’s gift to the female clitoris.

“So, what did you do out there?” Mandy asks, her usual prying self.

I peer at Kellan, who’s looking at me, brows still raised in amusement.

Dammit!

He’s letting me do all the hard work.