Page 80 of Beautiful Distraction

It depresses me to no end that I cannot be outside, taking awalk, enjoying the scenery, out of fear that I might meet Kellan.

I’ve never been so on edge, every part of me sensitive, mybody begging for release. Obviously, I don’t need a cocky, self-centered guy todo it for me.

I know which buttons to press to make myself come.

The trouble is that if I so much as touch myself, Kellan willbe all I can think about. Consequently, I’d rather deny myself the pleasurethan inflate his oversized ego even more—even though he’d most certainlynever find out.

It’s after six a.m. when I head for the kitchen. I need mymorning cup of coffee, and no man can keep it from me. Secretly, I hope Kellanand Mandy are still sleeping at this ungodly hour.

But just to be on the safe side, I’ll be quick about makingthe coffee, and then return to my bedroom.

The kitchen door’s ajar, and the clinking sounds of ateaspoon stirring something inside a cup carries over. I’m about to turn aroundand walk back to my room when I hear the sound of a chair pulling.

“Good morning. You’re not avoiding me, are you?” Kellancalls from inside.

I can’t see his expression. But I can hear the amusement inhis voice, and it irritates the hell out of me. Raising my head high, I stepthrough the doorway into the kitchen and head straight for the coffee maker.

“Avoiding you?” I laugh, squeezing as much nonchalance intomy voice as I can. Though I’m pretty crap at the nonchalance part. “You wish. Islept in. I hadn’t slept in in ages, so I thought I’d use the opportunity.”

“You call getting up at six a.m. sleeping in?”

“I usually get up at five.” That part’s a lie. I spend somany late nights at the office that I rarely make it home before midnight andoften don’t get up before ten a.m.

I help myself to a cup of coffee, deliberately avoidingKellan’s penetrating stare, which is burning a hole in my back.

“Judging from the way you look, I doubt you had an ounce ofsleep. You were probably too busy thinking about my dick inside you.”

I almost jump in my skin when I feel Kellan’s breath on myearlobe.

Holy shit!

Does hehavetostand so close? And does hehavetobe so crude?

The guy’s obviously never heard the term personal space, orwhy else would he keep invading it?

“You should have asked me to help you out.” His fingertraces down the nape of my neck, scorching my skin. “I’m always happy tooblige.”

I step aside too quickly and manage to spill half of mycoffee over the counter and down the front of my shirt.

“Aaaah.” A faint yelp escapes my lips. “It’s hot.”

“Let me help you,” Kellan says, amused. Before I can realizewhat’s happening, his fingers are busy undoing the buttons of my blouse andpushing it aside to reveal my bra.

“Seriously?” I ask. “That was so not necessary.”

“Pouring coffee over yourself can easily result in first-degreeburns.”

He grabs a napkin and is patting the liquid off my chest.His green eyes are glued to my breasts, and he licks his lips lasciviously. Theway he looks at me, I feel stripped bare of my clothes, completely exposed tohis gaze and touch.

I should slap him, but instead I find myself strangelyaroused.

No one’s ever looked at me with so much want.

No one’s made me instantly hot for him.

Is that his thing? Making a woman feel wanted so she’llgladly part her legs for him?

Even if it is…oh, fuck it!

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