I yank him on top of me and tug at his shirt. Frantic to remove the barrier between me and his skin.
Kellin pulls back. “Are you sure?—”
“Yes.”
Sex so soon after my ordeal may seem weird, but my body doesn’t care. In fact, messed up or not, watching him eliminate the threat without breaking a sweat aroused me. I burn for this man. Not to erase Shout, but for me. With him, I feel alive. Like there’s more to me than my criminal family and this hotel, and I plan to seize that with both hands.
I kiss him again, and then drag my t-shirt over my head.
His eyes dip to my breasts, which are displayed to perfection in a sexy lace bra. “Fuck.”
Lowering his head, he sucks my nipple into his mouth over my lace and flicks it with his tongue. I moan and bury my hands in his hair, urging him closer. He catches the hardened tip between his teeth and bites down lightly. The pinch of pain added to the pleasure wrestles a moan from me.
Pushing down the cup covering my other breast, he laves that nipple with his tongue. He rears back, assesses his handiwork, and then blows on the tip. Electric pleasure surges between my legs, and I can no longer wait.
I paw at the fabric over his shoulder. “Shirt off. Now.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
He sits up just enough to unbutton his shirt from the top while I attack the bottom. With both of us working together, his shirt is open in a flash, highlighting a sculpted chest and abs even more beautiful than I remember. I yearn to run my tongue across his skin and map the planes of his muscles.
I pull him back on top of me, our bare skin melding together.
Kellin traces the divot above my collarbone with his tongue. My neck. The valley between my breasts. I squirm against him, greedy for more, and he laughs huskily before returning his attention to my nipples. He rolls one between his fingers and circles the other one with his tongue. With a whimper, I arch my back and scrape my fingers through his curls.
His heavenly lips spark pleasure with each touch.
But I still want more.
I buck my hips, and he takes the hint, positioning me so his erection rubs the perfect spot. Each grind against my clit coils the pressure in my core tighter.
It’s still not enough.
“Please,” I gasp.
“How can I not reward such nice manners?” His voice is a low rasp.
Leaning back, he hooks his fingers beneath the waistband of my sweats.
I lift my hips to assist him in sliding them off, shivering when the cool air hits my burning skin.
I’m so wet for him. Desperate. I might be embarrassed if I couldn’t feel how hard and ready he is for me too.
He stands and removes his belt. Thesnickof his zipper spirals my desire. After dropping his boxer briefs, he stands before me in all his naked glory. A true masterpiece with smooth skin over sculpted muscles. I admire those muscles for a moment before my gaze lands on his gorgeous cock.
That’s mine.
I lie back on the couch, thighs open. Waiting.
Kellin’s eyes trail down my body, pupils dilated. “Fuck, you’re beautiful. I need to be inside you, filling you up until I’m all you see. Until you’re screaming my name.”
My core throbs. I want that too. “Please. I can’t wait any longer.”
He shudders. Then he straddles my waist, his knees pressed down into the couch cushions. I hook a leg around his hip and gasp when his cock strokes my folds.
I need this.
I’ve needed this fordays. Months. Years, probably, but no one else would do.
