Page 66 of Beautiful Distraction

I should be offended, but I’m not in the slightest.

He hasn’t hit a nerve. I haven’t tried all the things he’stried. Maybe because I’ve never met someone who really rocked my boat and mademe want to abandon all my inhibitions.

So what?

I’m not ashamed of it.

“Yeah, right.” I laugh. “I’ll be screaming all right…for youto get the hell out of my room before I throw something at you.”

“Hmmm.”

I laugh again. “Hmmm? That’s all you have to say? Did I justmanage to shut up your insufferable ego?”

His green gaze pierces into me, shimmering, flickering.

Oh, shit!

I did it again.

I’ve just managed to challenge him.

Why can’t I ever keep my big mouth shut?

“No, baby. You haven’t shut me up. On the contrary, there’sso much more I can say and show. My promises are always accompanied byactions.”

In spite of all the people staring, he closes the distancebetween us. His hard body is pressed into me, his hand at the small of my back,holding me glued in place. I throw my head back to look all the way up, andinstantly regret it. His lips lower over mine, hovering less than an inch away.I can feel his breath on me. I can feel the heat of his body. I can feelsomething hard against my belly.

He’s hard for me.

His tongue flicks over his lower lip. Before I realizewhat’s happening, his mouth crashes down on mine, wild and hungry.

I’m so taken aback by his taste, I can’t move. I standrooted to the spot, caught up in him. The band’s break is over and the musicresumes.

Kellan’s lips part from mine.

Slowly, he begins to move, his hard grip forcing me to shiftwith him, like we’re dancing. The music in the background shifts to a countryballad, as though to suit our movements.

I lean into Kellan, not because I want to. I have to.

It’s what this hard body demands of me.

Even though we look like we’re dancing, I know that’s notwhat he’s doing.

He wants me to feel his erection. He wants to know how I’llreact to him wanting me.

Damn.

I should be pushing him away. Laugh it all off because it’ssomething guys like him do. Push their boundaries. Check whether they canscore.

And yet, all I do is let him takethe lead.

Surrender control.

His breath mingles with mine. It’s labored. Scorching. It’son my skin. Inside my head.

I want him.

All of him.

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