Page 86 of Beautiful Distraction

I guess that’s all the answer I’ll get.

“So, what do we do about that guy who hurt you?” A lazysmile creeps up his face, and just like that, all the tension seems toevaporate from him.

God, I love it when he smiles. It’s like we’re the only twopeople in the world and his smile is only for me.

“You can’t beat up a guy, Kellan. But thank you for theoffer.”

His arms wrap around my waist, and he pulls me a littlecloser to him. My breasts are pressed against his chest, my nipples instantlybeading at contact. My world begins to spin just a little bit from the way helooks at me—all heat and want and carefreeness.

This doesn’t mean anything.

We don’t mean anything.

The thought is strangely arousing. Just being withhim—not for who he is, but for his body, for having my needsfulfilled—is exciting.

Kellan’s lips come closer to mine. His breath smells of mintand coffee as he brushes his lips over mine ever so gently.

“Want me to make you come again?” he whispers against them.“I could do it right here, right now. I know it wasn’t nearly enough lastnight.”

“Now?” I’m so up for it, my breath catches in my chest. AllI can do is press my lips against his, my mouth opening slightly to grant himaccess.

“Yes, now. Your lessons start today.”

His mouth comes crashing down on me instantly, his tongueforcing its way into my mouth slowly but decisively. Pressed against him, I canfeel his body with every fiber of my being.

He’s hard for me, and possessive—just like his kiss.

His length is pressing into my abdomen, reminding me of whatI’ve been missing for over a year. My nerve endings are on fire; my body’sinstantly awake.

My moan is stifled by his exploring mouth.

His hands slide around from the small of my back to my hips,and in one swift motion, he lifts me up until I’m seated on the kitchencounter. I open my legs for him and wrap them around his hips, mentallyswearing at the fact that I’m wearing jeans.

“You know your friend could change her mind about her trip,right?” Kellan says, drawing back just a little bit. The edges of his mouth tugup in a half smile.

Of course, I know that.

“But she won’t,” I say. “She loves anything resembling acity way too much. Why do you care?”

He shrugs, grinning. “I don’t. But you might.”

That’s my reason to back off, and yet I bury my fingers inhis hair and arch my back.

“You’re damn hotwhen you do that.”

“Do what?” I run my tongue over his lower lip, the way I’veenvisioned doing ever since meeting him.

He groans and tightens his grip on my hips. His hardnessjerks slightly against my abdomen, tenting the fabric of his jeans. Its warmthseeping through my clothes is like an electric current, searing wherever ittouches me, gathering in that slow pulsating sensation in my clit.

“Did you make yourself come again last night?” he asks inthat drawl of his that screams sex.

“No.” The word comes out too breathy, too fast. I can tellfrom the way he looks at me that he doesn’t believe me. “No,” I say moreslowly, avoiding his gaze.

“Why not?”

Because for somereason, it wouldn’t have felt like you were doing it to me.

I shrug. “Didn’t feel like it.”

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