thinking?” he whispered, cupping her face.
She smiled as she thought about being as utterly honest as he was.
“Say it,” he goaded.
“My panties are wet.”
The small smile fell from his face and his eyes went serious. “How wet?”
“Soaking.”
She’d never wanted to be with Roger. Never even wanted to kiss him, but with Kellen, it was different. She wanted him, and even better, her body already had tuned to his needs. There was no doubt they’d be compatible in the bedroom if they could get over the mismatched size issue. Kellen was too sweet to hurt her.
Kellen’s gaze fell slowly to the apex between her thighs. She was already on her knees, padded by the bathmat, and she spread them a little wider for him. “You want to feel?”
Kellen’s nostrils flared, and he nodded. “I don’t think I should, though. You’ve been hurt. You need more time.”
She shook her head and let him see the honesty in her eyes. “It would be nice not to think about all of that for a little while.”
A small, knowing grin crooked one corner of his sensual lips. “I can make you forget.”
When she ran her fingertip from the base of his shaft to tip, it twitched under her touch. Kellen leaned his head back, thick cords of muscle in his neck stretching. Damn, he was sexy, allowing her to see how much she affected him like this. She traced a long vein under his tight skin, and he gripped the edge of the bathtub harder. She toyed with him until the head of his cock was red and swollen, ready. A bead of creamy moisture formed from the tiny slit at the tip, and she tasted it.
Kellen’s arms shook, and he released a shuddering breath. “Beautiful, you’re going to kill me.”
“You want me to stop?” she asked innocently, trying to hide her smile.
“No. I want you to do whatever you want to.”
Well, that sounded fun. When she cupped his balls, the muscles in his legs twitched. The mounds of his abs flexed and softened with each ragged breath he drew. She leaned forward and kissed each one, starting with the top of his eight-pack and moving to the bottom two. Slowly, she pushed on his knees, gentle with his injured leg, and nestled closer to him. Stretching up, she nibbled his bottom lip.
With a groan, he cupped the back of her head and plunged his tongue into her mouth. God, he tasted so good. She opened her lips wider for him and lost all track of time. He could’ve kissed her for minutes, or hours perhaps. All she knew was that she was lost and falling and happy for the first time in a long time. Kellen liked her. And not just because she was a breeder or because her last name meant something. He liked her for her, the good and the bad.
His fingers combed through her hair, as if he couldn’t help touching her silken locks, and when he’d had his fill of her lips, he tasted her jawline, then her neck. And when the inferno inside of her grew too hot to bear, she pulled her tank top over her head and unsnapped the front clasp of her black, lacey bra.
Kellen eased back as she shrugged out of her clothes. He devoured every inch of her vulnerable skin with his gaze. “Beautiful,” he whispered, though she couldn’t tell if he was reverently murmuring the nickname he’d gifted her or if he was complimenting what he saw.
Either way, it brought a smile of relief to her face. She hadn’t ever asked a man to appreciate her body like this.
Gently, he cupped her breasts, pushing them inward against each other. She surged forward, pressing her cleavage against his stony shaft. His shaky breath said he liked the feel of her against him like this, so she moved her chest down so that her full breasts stroked the length of him.
His eyes rolled back in his head as she did it again, which gave her an idea. A naughty idea. She was drunk on the way she felt with him and bolder than she’d ever been with a man before. Pulling his hands away from her breasts to free them, she edged closer until he was nestled in her
She smiled as she thought about being as utterly honest as he was.
“Say it,” he goaded.
“My panties are wet.”
The small smile fell from his face and his eyes went serious. “How wet?”
“Soaking.”
She’d never wanted to be with Roger. Never even wanted to kiss him, but with Kellen, it was different. She wanted him, and even better, her body already had tuned to his needs. There was no doubt they’d be compatible in the bedroom if they could get over the mismatched size issue. Kellen was too sweet to hurt her.
Kellen’s gaze fell slowly to the apex between her thighs. She was already on her knees, padded by the bathmat, and she spread them a little wider for him. “You want to feel?”
Kellen’s nostrils flared, and he nodded. “I don’t think I should, though. You’ve been hurt. You need more time.”
She shook her head and let him see the honesty in her eyes. “It would be nice not to think about all of that for a little while.”
A small, knowing grin crooked one corner of his sensual lips. “I can make you forget.”
When she ran her fingertip from the base of his shaft to tip, it twitched under her touch. Kellen leaned his head back, thick cords of muscle in his neck stretching. Damn, he was sexy, allowing her to see how much she affected him like this. She traced a long vein under his tight skin, and he gripped the edge of the bathtub harder. She toyed with him until the head of his cock was red and swollen, ready. A bead of creamy moisture formed from the tiny slit at the tip, and she tasted it.
Kellen’s arms shook, and he released a shuddering breath. “Beautiful, you’re going to kill me.”
“You want me to stop?” she asked innocently, trying to hide her smile.
“No. I want you to do whatever you want to.”
Well, that sounded fun. When she cupped his balls, the muscles in his legs twitched. The mounds of his abs flexed and softened with each ragged breath he drew. She leaned forward and kissed each one, starting with the top of his eight-pack and moving to the bottom two. Slowly, she pushed on his knees, gentle with his injured leg, and nestled closer to him. Stretching up, she nibbled his bottom lip.
With a groan, he cupped the back of her head and plunged his tongue into her mouth. God, he tasted so good. She opened her lips wider for him and lost all track of time. He could’ve kissed her for minutes, or hours perhaps. All she knew was that she was lost and falling and happy for the first time in a long time. Kellen liked her. And not just because she was a breeder or because her last name meant something. He liked her for her, the good and the bad.
His fingers combed through her hair, as if he couldn’t help touching her silken locks, and when he’d had his fill of her lips, he tasted her jawline, then her neck. And when the inferno inside of her grew too hot to bear, she pulled her tank top over her head and unsnapped the front clasp of her black, lacey bra.
Kellen eased back as she shrugged out of her clothes. He devoured every inch of her vulnerable skin with his gaze. “Beautiful,” he whispered, though she couldn’t tell if he was reverently murmuring the nickname he’d gifted her or if he was complimenting what he saw.
Either way, it brought a smile of relief to her face. She hadn’t ever asked a man to appreciate her body like this.
Gently, he cupped her breasts, pushing them inward against each other. She surged forward, pressing her cleavage against his stony shaft. His shaky breath said he liked the feel of her against him like this, so she moved her chest down so that her full breasts stroked the length of him.
His eyes rolled back in his head as she did it again, which gave her an idea. A naughty idea. She was drunk on the way she felt with him and bolder than she’d ever been with a man before. Pulling his hands away from her breasts to free them, she edged closer until he was nestled in her
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