Page 31 of Beautiful Distraction

If it weren’t for the sparkle in his eyes…

Dammit.

I thought we were past that.

For some reason, the picture of eggs runs through my mind.And then it disappears and makes room for something else. I imagine myselfrunning my fingers through his hair and pulling him on top of me, my legswrapped around his narrow hips, his weight pinning me down as his huge cockenters me.

Our gazes meet, and something flickers in his eyes.

Awareness.

Knowledge.

Something else.

Something so deep, it travels through my abdomen and settlesin a deep pull between my legs. As if sensing my sexual response to him, hestarts to smile—the same, irritating grin he tossed at me during ourfirst encounter. I don’t have to ask him what he’s thinking. He knows I’mattracted to him. I mean, what woman in her right mind with her panties in theright place wouldn’t be? And judging from his smug expression, he didn’t expectanything else from me. In fact, the way he stares at my chest suggests he isn’taverse to a bit of touching either.

His egocertainly fits the chick magnet of a car and the attitude that came with it thenight we first met. The kind of attitude that comes with experience. Years ofdating jerks have taught me to spot it from a mile away.

Thank God I’m immune to whatever Kellan Boyd’s charm is.Maybe he’s used to being the center of attention, but he’s most certainly notgoing to flicker anywhere on my radar.

“I like my eggs like you take them,” I say coolly.

He doesn’t even blink. “Can I convince you to try the bacon,too? Because you strike me as a meat person.”

And here it is again: the slightest hint of sexual innuendoaccompanied by another lingering look at my chest. A tremor rides my core as Ishrug, forcing myself to remain as unfazed as humanly possible. “Sure. I’d lovesome bacon. Make it extra greasy.”

His brow shoots up, and his face brightens just a little bitmore. “I love a woman who loves to eat,” he states with what I assume isadmiration, his eyes roaming over my body again. “You have a nice body. Lots tograb and hold on to.”

Wow.

Talk about direct.

I’m not even sure any woman would take ‘lots to grab’ as acompliment.

I pull the sheets up to my chin to cover up. I even throwhim a venomous look for not even trying to pretend to look away, but I don’tquite succeed. “Is there anything else?”

“As a matter of fact, there is,” he says and pauses. BeforeI can open my mouth and ask him what the hell he wants, he continues, “Yeah,before I forget. Your friend left.”

“She left?” I ask, surprised.

“Yeah.” He nods. “About twenty minutes ago.”

I regard him, stunned, my heart beating frantically againstmy chest. Mandy just left me here—with him? “Are you joking?”

“Feel free to check her room.”

A wave of something hot sprouts somewhere insideme—not the emotional kind, but the sexy kind, the kind that crawls rightunder my skin and makes it tingle. “Maybe I’ll do that.” I stare at him, readyto challenge him, but Kellan just laughs.

“Okay. While you do that, make sure to be on time.”

“For what?”

“Breakfast. What else?” He winks at me. “It’ll be ready infifteen. Feel free to put on some clothes…or not. I’d rather you didn’t anyway.”The irritating grin doesn’t leave his face as he turns around, calling over hisshoulder, “By the way, I prefer my eggs hard, just like everything else aboutme.”

He closes the door behind him.

I swallow hard and stare at the empty space he left behind.

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