Page 74 of Beautiful Distraction

“This means nothing,” I whisper, more to convince myselfthan him.

“Hmm.” Kellan stops to bite my lower lip, sucking it intohis mouth. His fingers pry my legs apart and squeeze beneath my panties.

His groan reverberates from his chest. It’s deep and sexyand all the answer I need to know what he’s thinking about my wet pussy.

“You’re ready for me.” Kellan’s voice is hoarse, drippingwith want. “I could fuck you right now and you’d be milking me for all I’ve got.”

“Then fuck me.”

I don’t know where that came from or who this woman is,because it’s sure not me.

His fingers trail my folds. A gasp escapes my mouth as theyfind their way inside me, and I spread my legs a bit, rocking against his bighand.

His thumb finds my clit and presses gently while he plungestwo fingers in and out of me.

It feels so good to have him inside me.

Desire rolls over me in sweet, long waves.

“Ava, look at me.” His command enters the periphery of mymind.

Unwillingly, I open my eyes and meet his gaze. Half of hisface is veiled in darkness, reminding me of our first encounter in front ofClub 69. This has been my dream for so long, I know it’ll be my undoing.

“Yes, baby, look at me and tell me how much you like this.”His tone is low, barely more than rasps of breathing.

“Kellan.” His name is all I can say, over and over again.His eyes are fixed on me, feasting on my lust, as his fingers work their magic,taking me to the brink.

“I’m so close,” I think I whisper, but I’m not sure becauseall I can hear is the thrumming of my blood flooding my veins.

The pulsing between my legs intensifies. I close my eyes,ready to succumb to my imminent orgasm.

“No.” The word is sharp, forceful. An instant later,Kellan’s magical fingers stop and his hand is at my chin, forcing my head up.His index finger traces the contour of my lower lip.

“What are you doing?” I practically whimper, and my eyesflutter open, my gaze imploring. The throbbing between my legs intensifies, butit’s not the good kind.

I’ve never felt so unsatisfied. So…empty.

“I want you to come on my tongue. I want to taste you.” Histone is gentler, but there’s a forceful undertone to it, like it’s his way ornone.

“You want to—” My voice breaks.

I’m too wet for what he wants. I’m so slick he could slideinside me, all of him, right to the hilt, and I’d probably moan his name in theprocess. And I don’t even know why. It’s never happened before, with none of myfew boyfriends. As a result, I don’t know how he’d react to it.

I don’t know whether he’ll like it.

“We could just fuck,” I say. The word fuck is barely morethan a wanton whisper.

“No.” His groan is almost feral as he slides my panties downmy hips. I lift my legs one by one, helping him remove them even though that’sthe last thing I should be doing.

I know that. I’m not stupid…just momentarily renderedbrainless.

“I’ll fuck you when I say so,” Kellan says. “Until then, youtake what I give you.”

“You’re such a jerk.”

He was one before, and he’ll continue to be one.

A jerk who needs to be in control.

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