Am I wet? Maybe.
With no forewarning, I suck him into my mouth. He groans and fists a hand in my hair, a quietthumpalerting me that he’s knocked his head against the wall.
I have no idea what the future holds for us, or if an “us” will even exist after that eye-opening meal at Dear Old Dad’s. I very much doubt it.
Even so, Kellin defended me. Proved he believes in my business. Stood up for me. And through that simple act, this infuriating man’s managed to arouse me more than he ever has before.
For one moment in time, I plan to enjoy the control, along with the hot, salty taste of him in my mouth and throat.
Kellin moans, and my lower belly clenches in response. I suck harder, draw him in deeper, and twist my lips around his shaft, applying just enough pressure. Increasing my pace, letting up, torturing him in all the right ways.
“Maeve, fuck me…” He bucks his hips. He’s out of control. Under my spell.
All mine for this tiny period of time.
And I want him to fall apart.
He’s panting too much to speak. His free fist smacks the wall.
He’s close. I sense his impending orgasm in the twitch of his cock and his tightening muscles.
That a boy, Kellin. Let go.
He groans and twists his fingers in my hair. “Maeve, I can’t hold back.”
His warm, salty seed spills down my throat. With a moan, I swallow every last bit.
When he finishes, I slow-release his cock from my throat, my mouth, my lips. Relishing the entire experience while I still can.
He rests against the wall, eyes closed, chest heaving.
Smiling, I sit back on my heels, enjoying the sight of this beautiful man who’s come completely undone because of me.
He literally embodies dazed and confused, and that knowledge brings me all kinds of pleasure.
For a flash in time, I know he was mine.
I didn’t imagine any of our connection.
“Maeve.” His Adam’s apple bobs. “I don’t know what to say.”
“Well, whatever you do, don’t ruin the moment with words.”
He laughs softly, regarding me with exquisite tenderness in his eyes. My heart stutter-beats. If I were to guess at the emotion gleaming in those irises, I might say love.
But I’m not about to guess. Not after the way he burned me.
Even though that gentle expression will torment me for the rest of my days.
More ringing interrupts my inner turmoil. My phone fell out of my pocket when I dropped to my knees, so I can plainly read the screen.
Brody.
The device glows in the dim chair room. The moon, peeking through the blinds, provides the only other illumination.
Kellin gestures at my cell before leaning his head back against the wall, though he doesn’t bother zipping up his pants.
I’m not sure why he’s so exhausted when I did all the work. Smiling to myself, I answer the call.
