Page 81 of Beautiful Distraction

My fingers wrap around his hand, but instead of pushing himaway, I press it against my chest, holding him in place.

Our eyes connect, and my breath hitches.

Something passes between us.

I don’t know what it is. I only know that it makes my headspin.

“I’m already burned,” I whisper.

“So am I.”

His lips come closer to mine, until his mouth is less thanan inch away. I can feel his hot breath. I’m wondering what he tastes like.

In a bold moment, I lick across his upper lip, then pullback. A feral sound escapes his lips. His hands go roughly around my waist,pressing me against his body.

He’s hard—just like last night.

“I want you,” he mutters.

He seems surprised, as though feeling that way about a womanfor longer than a few days isn’t usually the case.

“Seems like you didn’t have a good night either,” I say, alittle smug.

“I actually did. Twice.” His hands cup my ass and press meagainst him. His erection feels amazing against my core. I moan unwillingly.“But that was just my warm-up.”

“Ava?” Mandy’s voice calling from the hall rattles me.

I push Kellan aside and walk past him, my face on fire, justin time before Mandy’s head pops in.

“I’m in here,” I say needlessly and peer up at her.

The suspicion is written all over Mandy’s face. Heat shootsup my neck to my cheeks as I realize I’m only wearing my bra, holding my blousein my hand.

I turn away, but I’m pretty sure you can see my blush from amile.

“What were you two up to?” Mandy asks casually, like shehasn’t seen us in ages and is trying to catch up.

I’m pretty sure she can see that I’m half naked.

“Breakfast,” Kellan says.

Wow, he’s the god of casual.

I dare to peek at him. He’s leaning against a counter withhis arms crossed across his chest, his biceps bulging. And there’s somethingelse that’s bulging.

I swallow and peel my gaze off his jeans, albeitunwillingly.

He’s big. I saw that firsthand when he took care of hisneeds. I noticed it again last night, but I hadn’t realized just how huge he isuntil now.

And he’s making no secret out of his erection. Apparently,he doesn’t give a damn about the fact that everyone can see it.

“Eggs Benedict for me, please,” Mandy says and takes a seatat the table, arm outstretched, as though she’s waiting for someone to hand hera cup of coffee.

“Those are Lila’s, my best hen.” Kellan holds up a bowl witheggs. “I don’t have a Benedict.”

I snort and immediately press a hand against my mouth tostifle it. He has a sense of humor. I like that. Our gazes meet, and somethingpasses between us again. Heat gathers between my legs, and the same slowthrobbing sensation from last night returns with a vengeance.

Oh, God. What is it with this guy and my chemical reactionsto him?

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