“You can’t beat up a guy, Kellan. But thank you for the offer.”
His arms wrap around my waist, and he pulls me a little closer to him. My breasts are pressed against his chest, my nipples instantly beading at contact. My world begins to spin just a little bit from the way he looks at me—all heat and want and carefreeness.
This doesn’t mean anything.
We don’t mean anything.
The thought is strangely arousing. Just being with him—not for who he is, but for his body, for having my needs fulfilled—is exciting.
Kellan’s lips come closer to mine. His breath smells of mint and coffee as he brushes his lips over mine ever so gently.
“Want me to make you come again?” he whispers against them. “I could do it right here, right now. I know it wasn’t nearly enough last night.”
“Now?” I’m so up for it, my breath catches in my chest. All I can do is press my lips against his, my mouth opening slightly to grant him access.
“Yes, now. Your lessons start today.”
His mouth comes crashing down on me instantly, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth slowly but decisively. Pressed against him, I can feel his body with every fiber of my being.
He’s hard for me, and possessive—just like his kiss.
His length is pressing into my abdomen, reminding me of what I’ve been missing for over a year. My nerve endings are on fire; my body’s instantly awake.
My moan is stifled by his exploring mouth.
His hands slide around from the small of my back to my hips, and in one swift motion, he lifts me up until I’m seated on the kitchen counter. I open my legs for him and wrap them around his hips, mentally swearing at the fact that I’m wearing jeans.
“You know your friend could change her mind about her trip, right?” Kellan says, drawing back just a little bit. The edges of his mouth tug up in a half smile.
Of course, I know that.
“But she won’t,” I say. “She loves anything resembling a city way too much. Why do you care?”
He shrugs, grinning. “I don’t. But you might.”
That’s my reason to back off, and yet I bury my fingers in his hair and arch my back.
“You’re damn hot when you do that.”
“Do what?” I run my tongue over his lower lip, the way I’ve envisioned doing ever since meeting him.
He groans and tightens his grip on my hips. His hardness jerks slightly against my abdomen, tenting the fabric of his jeans. Its warmth seeping through my clothes is like an electric current, searing wherever it touches me, gathering in that slow pulsating sensation in my clit.
“Did you make yourself come again last night?” he asks in that drawl of his that screams sex.
“No.” The word comes out too breathy, too fast. I can tell from the way he looks at me that he doesn’t believe me. “No,” I say more slowly, avoiding his gaze.
“Why not?”
Because for some reason, it wouldn’t have felt like you were doing it to me.
I shrug. “Didn’t feel like it.”
“We both know you’re lying.”
Without any forewarning, Kellan pulls back and helps me down from the counter, his eyes roaming my body, drinking me in. His hair is a disheveled mess, but it looks good on him. His lips are slightly swollen from our kiss. I bet I look just as affected, but the disheveled look probably doesn’t suit me as much as him.
“What?” My hands shoot up to straighten my clothes.
“I’m considering where to fuck you. Right now, I’m thinking it’s either against the kitchen counter or on the table.” His fingers begin to fumble with the zipper on my jeans. “Or I could do both.”
My breath catches in my throat as I watch him walk over to the door and lock up, then sit down on a chair.
Holy shit!
Who the fuck has a lock on the door in the kitchen?
Someone who isn’t doing this for the first time.
“Take off all your clothes. I want to see you naked.”
I stare at him, unsure if I’ve heard him right. “It’s the middle of the day, Kellan.”
Think light streaming in through the window, bathing the kitchen in glaring brightness. I’m not usually the self-conscious type, but this is way too much light for presenting yourself naked to a man like him.
“Strip, Ava.” His tone is sharp, demanding. “I’m not expecting a lap dance.” His eyes glint, and the corners of his lips curl upward. “Not yet anyway. But I want you to do as I say when I say it.”
I shouldn’t be letting a guy tell me what to do, particularly not when I’m uncomfortable with his demand. But his charge is strangely arousing. Slowly, I unbutton my shirt and slide out of it, letting it fall into a bundle at my feet. Holding my breath, I pull my jeans down my hips and remove my bra. My breasts spill out, my nipples already beaded, ready to be sucked into his mouth.