Page 73 of Beautiful Distraction

Heat pools between my legs.

If he were to touch me down there, he’d find me dripping wetand ready for him.

He lets go of my hands and unbuttons my top. The cool breezebrushes over my skin, beading my nipples, a moment before his hot mouthencloses one, sucking it into his mouth for a second, then moving on to theother one.

The moon is hidden behind rainclouds. Away from the street,the light of the lamp doesn’t reach us. We’re hidden from the street, but thehouse isn’t too far away.

“Someone mighthear us,” I whisper and moan involuntarily as his fingers pull my top out of myskirt and move across my stomach back to my breasts.

The entire situation is completely inappropriate. We’reprobably breaking a few laws, too. And yet, all I can do is catch my lower lipbetween my teeth as a myriad of sensations awaken, all at the same time.

“You’re right. Someone might hear us,” Kellan mutters, notreally helping. “Let’s be quick, then.”

His fingers are like fire on my skin, his touch on mybreasts not as gentle as I imagined.

Rough has never been one of my preferences, but coming fromhim, his decisiveness does strange things to my body.

Tossing my head back, I moan in response, the mixture ofpleasure and pain taking over.

“What are you doing?” I ask in a sudden moment of lucidity.

He doesn’t reply. He just lets go of me and slides up, hisbody pressing me against the gate.

I can feel the entire length of his erection pulsatingagainst my abdomen. He’s hard as a rock, ready to take me to pleasure heaven,which I’m sure is the plan if I let him.

“Kellan.” His name slips out of my mouth. It sounds like aquestion. I don’t know what to do. I’m not Mandy, who can so easily live in themoment and think about consequences later.

It’s just a hook up.

Enjoy it.

“Yes, baby. Just like that.” Kellan groans, and I realizeI’ve just pressed myself flush against him, closing the remaining space thatmight have been between us.

Our gazes meet. In the moonlight, I can sense the mixture ofapprehension and lust more than I can see it.

He trails his hands down my hips and lifts up my skirt, thensteps back to appraise me. My pale skin looks white and smooth in the darkness,all the faults I never liked about myself hidden.

His eyes drink me in. All of me. I’m holding my breath,waiting for his reaction.

“Damn, woman,” is all he says. A moment later, his lipscrush mine. His tongue is forcing its way into my mouth, probing, tasting,while his fingers brush the front of my panties.

My breath hitches as my clit pulsates to life against hisinsistent fingers, and I moan into his open mouth.

I can feel my wetness coating my panties, readying me forhis hard cock. I want him inside me so bad, I whimper, almost consideringbegging if he won’t speed things along.

So much for my resolution to stay the fuck away from him.

So much for my decision not to join his collection ofconquests.

How many were there?

How many will there be after me?

I shake my head to get rid of the seed of jealousy settlingat the back of my mind.

It doesn’t matter. He’ll be a sweet, delicious memory by theend of the week.

He’ll be the one past indulgence I’ll think about when I’mold and settled into my boring, middle-class life, chasing after two kids andthe passion I once felt for a stranger.

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