Page 87 of Beautiful Distraction

“We both know you’re lying.”

Without any forewarning, Kellan pulls back and helps me downfrom the counter, his eyes roaming my body, drinking me in. His hair is adisheveled mess, but it looks good on him. His lips are slightly swollen fromour kiss. I bet I look just as affected, but the disheveled look probablydoesn’t suit me as much as him.

“What?” My hands shoot up to straighten my clothes.

“I’m considering where to fuck you. Right now, I’m thinkingit’s either against the kitchen counter or on the table.” His fingers begin tofumble with the zipper on my jeans. “Or I could do both.”

My breath catches in my throat as I watch him walk over tothe door and lock up, then sit down on a chair.

Holy shit!

Who the fuck has a lock on the door in the kitchen?

Someone who isn’t doing this for the first time.

“Take off all your clothes. I want to see you naked.”

I stare at him, unsure if I’ve heard him right. “It’s themiddle of the day, Kellan.”

Think light streaming in through the window, bathing thekitchen in glaring brightness. I’m not usually the self-conscious type, butthis is way too much light for presenting yourself naked to a man like him.

“Strip, Ava.” His tone is sharp, demanding. “I’m notexpecting a lap dance.” His eyes glint, and the corners of his lips curl upward.“Not yet anyway. But I want you to do as I say when I say it.”

I shouldn’t be letting a guy tell me what to do,particularly not when I’m uncomfortable with his demand. But his charge isstrangely arousing. Slowly, I unbutton my shirt and slide out of it, letting itfall into a bundle at my feet. Holding my breath, I pull my jeans down my hipsand remove my bra. My breasts spill out, my nipples already beaded, ready to besucked into his mouth.

I don’t remove my panties. Fighting the urge to cover mybreasts with my hands, I just stand there a few feet from Kellan, waiting forhis reaction.

He takes a sharp breath and moistens his lips.

“Damn.” That’s all he says.

Damn good? Damn bad? Damn nice weather?

I raise my brows. “Care to be more specific?”

He doesn’t.

“The panties.” He gestures at my lace panties impatiently.“Take them off.”

Sighing, I strip out of them and let them fall to my feet.Now I’m completely naked, exposed to his ardent scrutiny.

He takes his time running his gaze over my body, taking inevery inch of me. His breathing is raspy.

“Come here,” he says eventually, and I amble over, stoppingright in front of him.

He stands, towering over me as he leans forward to whisperin my ear while his leg moves to part my knees, “Show me how wet you are.”

It’s not a question; it’s a statement, as though he knowsjust how eager I am to have him inside me. As though he’d expect nothing elsefrom me.

His fingers send shivers down my spine as they trail down myabdomen and settle at my entrance. My breath hitches, caught in my chest like atrapped bird. Holding my breath, I spread my legs a little wider to grant himeasy access.

“You’re dripping. So ready.” Slowly, he dips the tip of onefinger into me and then lifts it to his mouth and licks my moisture off it. “Ilike the way you taste and smell. I’ll like your slickness even more around mycock.”

Oh, God.

No one’s ever talked like this to me before.

I don’t know how to react to it, so I just stare at himwhile he strips off his shirt, jeans, and underwear—all in a matter ofseconds. The motion is so skillful, I can’t help but wonder how many times he’spracticed it and with how many women.

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