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And then she was kissing me again, her body shifting closer in the water, and I forgot about everything else: the ranch, Enzo and Reid, the fact that she’d be leaving in a week. Nothing mattered in that moment except the feel of her against me and the strange, sudden certainty that I might be in serious trouble here.
Chapter 7
Watching
Quinn
From the moment Kellan’s lips met mine, a warm rush flooded through my body. His mouth was soft but insistent, tasting of wine and something distinctly male that made my head spin.
I kissed him again, more boldly this time. The jets pulsed around us as I shifted closer, my body moving of its own accord. My muscles protested, but I ignored them, drawn to Kellan like a magnet.
Before I knew what I was doing, I was straddling him in the hot tub, my legs bracketing his hips. The ache in my thighs seemed to melt away, replaced by a different kind of tension. His hands found my waist, steadying me as water sloshed around us.
“Are you okay enough for this?” His voice was rough and hopeful.
“More than okay,” I breathed.
The strand lights strung overhead flickered to life as the last rays of sunlight disappeared beneath the horizon. In this light,Kellan looked like something from a dream, with water droplets clinging to his shoulders and his eyes dark with want.
His hands slid down to my thighs, kneading the sore muscles there with strong, sure fingers. I moaned softly, my head falling back.
“Still hurting?” He continued his gentle massage.
“Yes, but—” I inhaled sharply as his thumbs pressed into tense spots. “That feels amazing.”
He leaned forward to trail kisses down my neck. “I know other things that feel even better.”
His mouth worked against my pulse point as his hands continued their ministrations. The combination of his massage on my aching muscles and the heat of his lips on my skin had me melting against him.
“You’re so responsive,” he murmured against my collarbone. “I’ve been thinking about touching you like this since I saw you on that horse today.”
His words sent a thrill through me. “Have you now?”
“Mm-hmm.” His hands slid higher. “Watching you take instruction, seeing you bite your lip in concentration...” His fingers found the clasp of my bra. “May I?”
I nodded, suddenly breathless. With expert ease, he unhooked the clasp, and my bra loosened. Slowly, he slid the straps down my arms, his eyes never leaving mine. When my breasts were free, he tossed the bra casually onto the deck with a plop.
The night air kissed my exposed skin for only a moment before Kellan’s hands replaced it, palming my breasts with an appreciative groan. “You’re gorgeous.” His thumbs circled my nipples until they hardened beneath his touch. “So fucking beautiful.”
His mouth descended to capture one peak, tongue swirling in a way that made me arch into him, my fingers threading through his damp hair to hold him closer.
“Kellan,” I gasped, rocking unconsciously against him.
I could feel him hard beneath me, even through the fabric of his swim trunks and my underwear. The evidence of his desire stoked my own higher.
“Want to know what I’m thinking right now?” He switched his attention to my other breast.
“Tell me.”
“I’m thinking about how sweet you’re going to taste.” His hands slid to cup my ass. “How pretty you’ll look coming apart on my tongue.”
A whimper escaped me at his words. I’d never been with someone who talked like this, who verbalized their desires so bluntly. It was intoxicating.
In one smooth motion, he set me on the edge of the hot tub, the cool night air making me shiver as my lower half emerged from the water. He positioned himself between my legs, looking up at me with a question in his eyes.
“Yes,” I breathed, answering before he could ask.
His smile was wolfish as he hooked his fingers in the waistband of my underwear. “Lift up for me, sweetheart.”
