Page 84 of Beautiful Distraction

“You knew she was planning on leaving, didn’t you?”

“She talked to me yesterday. You never gave her a chance totell you.” Kellan’s leaning against the kitchen counter, his arms crossed overhis chest. “Why didyouleave lastnight?”

“I was tired.”

“Really?” He raises his eyebrows, amused. “So you say.However, I got a different impression. You feel a strong need to run from me.”

“Who’s running? I’m not.” I jut my chin out and regard himthrough narrowed eyes. “I could have asked Mandy to take me with her, youknow?”

“But you didn’t.”

“No, I didn’t. I chose to stay.” I grimace, doubting thesanity of my decision.

A smile lights up his face. “I wonder why?”

Yeah, why indeed?

My traitorous stomach growls.

“Someone’s hungry,” Kellan says. “Come on, I’ll make you areal breakfast, even though I shouldn’t because I liked you better with onlyyour bra on.” He points at my clean shirt.

“I can make my own breakfast.” I turn my back to him,suddenly nervous as realization dawns on me.

We are alone. In his house.

“Let me. I’m the host.” Before I can protest, Kellan’sstanding next to me, arms on either side of me as he begins to fumble aroundfor stuff, his hard body brushing against me at every opportunity.

Oh, for crying outloud!

It’s his kitchen. Unless he’s just suffered from a majorcase of amnesia, there’s no way he doesn’t know where he’s placed all the stuffhe apparently needs.

Mandy’s barely been gone a few minutes, and I’m alreadycaught between a kitchen counter and this statue of a man, his breath on myneck.

“You know what, I think I’ll just grab some cookies on myway out,” I say.

“What kind?”

Kellan laughs, the sound low and so erotic, it travels all theway down and settles between my legs.

Turning around, I press my hands against his hard abs andpush, but he doesn’t budge from the spot.

Now I’m really stuck.

“What do you want?” I whisper, my voice too low, too hoarsefor my liking.

“You. All to myself.” He doesn’t even need to think. Hiswords come out fast and casual, and completely take me off guard.

I peer all the way up into his green gaze, lost for words.

“You want me. I want you. We’re both consenting adults. We’reall alone on a big farm. What’s the harm?” Kellan continues.

Yes, what’s the harm indeed?

He’s so gorgeous it takes my breath away.

The kind you fuck, and then discard.

I’m a successful, mature woman who can handle a bit of sexwithout getting her feelings involved.

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