Page 39 of Beautiful Distraction

I cock my head, annoyed that he’d think I’m so easy totrick. “If you think I’m going to flash you my breasts while you get to show meyour private parts, you’re wrong.”

Yeah, no need to show them to me when I’ve already seenthem.

And they’rehuge.

There’s a strange look in his eyes. I still don’t know if hesaw me watching him last night, but I sure as hell won’t be asking.

“I’m messing with you. But you’ve got to admit it would havebeen nice.”

I smirk. “Yeah, if we were five-year-olds.”

“If I were a five-year-old, I would have said, I’ll show youmine if you show me yours. But like I said, I never have to ask. It’s alwaysthe other way around.” He leans forward. His stubble grazes my skin, and for amoment, I think he’s about to kiss me. His hot breath brushes my lips as hesays, “I’m perfectly well-endowed and will be happy to show you if youask…nicely.”

He leans back, his green eyes challenging me with so muchfire it takes my breath away.

I’m stunned. Lost for words. I don’t know what to say. But Iknow how I feel. I’m turned on by the memory in my head.

His hand wrapped around his hard cock is all I can think about.It drives me crazy. It takes all my willpower not to look down at his crotch.

“Not going to happen,” I mumble, more to myself than to him.

“Now it’s my turn,” Kellan says coolly. “You told me youropinion of me, so it’s only fair that I tell you what I think your problem is.”

My breath catches in my throat.

I so don’t like where this is going.

“I’m not interested in what you think my problem is becauseI don’t have one.”

“You see, Ava,” Kellan says slowly, “you’re a good girl,which is why I irritate you. I’m the kind of guy you’ve avoided all your life.The kind of guy you’re too scared to fuck because you’re too scared to let goof your inhibitions.”

“That’s not true.” I open my mouth to protest some more. Hepresses the tip of his index finger against my lips, instantly silencing me.

“Don’t misunderstand me. You enjoy sex, and you look likeyou’re not half bad at it. But I’ll take you beyond the boring, predictablekind you’re used to. In fact, I can teach you a few things you’ll really enjoy.Things that will make your last orgasm seem like a waste of time. Then you’llsee why bad boys who are ‘too much for you’ always get the girls.”

Coming out of this jerk’s mouth, it all sounds like aninsult.

He’s so right about me, I feel a strong need to vehementlydeny it. But I can’t because he’d know. Sure, I have experience, but none of myprevious partners had a body like his.

They all had been nice guys.

None of them had been arrogant and rich.

Or so fucking self-assured that I might just want to findout if his words carry any truth to them.

I’m about to tell him to fuck off in not so nice words whenKellan releases me, leaving me both breathless and strangely elated at thethought that he wants me.

He hasn’t answered a single one of my questions.

However, he doesn’t need to. It’s not like I’m interested inhis life story or in his job. He’s looking for fun. That part’s pretty obvious.And as much as I’m trying to deny it, the truth is I’m into a bit of fun, too.

We might just have something in common.

Except I’m single and he is not. That’s never a good basisfor anything.

To get involved with someone like him, someone to whom Ifeel an intense attraction, even if on a purely physical level, could mean thatI might get attached along the way.

While people fuck, they also fall in love.

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