In a low, seductive growl, he murmured, “Yeah, I know what you mean. I wish I was there, to touch you when you woke up that way. I wish I could feel how much you miss me.”
I bit my lip, my fingers running over my mouth. Barely above a whisper, I said, “I wish you were too…”
He exhaled in a groan. “God, your voice…I’m hard right now, Kiera. I wish you could touch me.”
My breath picking up, I heard myself murmur, “I want to.” I had no idea if I meant that I wanted to touch him, or that I wanted to continue with where I thought this conversation might be going.
He paused for a second. When he spoke again, there was a heat in his voice that made me melty and gooey; it made me squirm. “Oh, Kiera…I want you so bad…what do you want me to do?” Covering my eyes, I bit my lip. Oh my God, I could not do this. Feeling moronic, I whispered, “Touch it, pretend it’s me.” Oh God, I wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out again.
I was expecting Kellan to chuckle, but he didn’t, instead I heard some rustling around and I swear—a zipper un-zipping. Oh, damn…
He hissed in a breath, releasing it with a gasp. “Oh, I’m so hard…it feels so good. What now?”
Not believing this was happening, I swallowed. “Stroke it.” I didn’t just actually say that…did I?
He moaned in my ear, his breath faster. “Kiera…God…feels so good…I wish I was wet, though, like I am when I’m inside you.” I groaned, biting my knuckle. Jesus, was he really…? Insanely glad my sister was asleep, I whispered, “Do you have anything that would…?” In a strained voice, his breath hitching, he gasped out, “Yeah…hold on.” I heard a distinctly squishy noise and wondered just what sort of 229
lubricant Kellan had on hand…and why. When he spoke again though, I couldn’t have cared less. “Oh…God…yes, it’s warm…like you. You feel so good, wrapped around me…”
Aching myself now, I moaned a little. He was pretending, maybe I should too? “Do you want to touch me, Kellan?”
“Oh God, yes, please. I need to feel that warm, wet skin…I need to be inside you…”
Holy…hell. I ran my hand down my stomach, but I couldn’t quite make myself go any further. I was far too embarrassed, even alone. Kellan didn’t know that though. “Does it feel good?” he groaned.
“Yes,” I whispered. All of me felt tingly and nice, so that wasn’t really a lie.
His breath increased. “Oh God, I need it harder…faster…”
“Yes, I whispered again. “Do it, do it faster…” I had to ceaselessly move my legs I was aching so bad, but I still hesitated to go through with my end of this.
Kellan, however, was not hesitating at all. “Oh, God, yes…don’t stop…that feels so good, please don’t stop…” I moaned again, re-biting my knuckle so hard I thought I might break the skin. He groaned deep, his breath in a pant. “I want to come…Kiera…come with me…” I ran my hand back through my hair. Oh my God…he really was…
“Okay,” I whispered, my voice husky. “Harder, Kellan, I need more of you in me,” I murmured, my hand drifting back down to my stomach.
That got him going. “Yes…God, Kiera, you’re so sexy, you feel so good. I’m in you…right now…can you feel me? Can you feel how deep I am?”
I groaned, louder than before and my hand strayed to the edge of my underwear. “God, Kellan, you’re perfect…so perfect.” My voice gained in strength as some of my inhibitions started leaving me. I wanted him. I 230
wanted to do this. I wanted to finish this…together. “Yes, yes, take me…”
“Oh my God, Kiera, I’m almost there…come with me…”
“Yes, Kellan, do it…come for me…” Not believing I said that, I finally tucked a finger on the inside of my underwear.
That was when I heard something that dashed some cold water on my hot little moment. Kellan stopped breathing heavy and the phone muffled. Quieter than he’d been, but still loud enough to hear, I heard him say, “I’ll have a Denver omelet…thank you.” I sat up in my bed, covering myself with my hands like we’d just gotten walked in on. Before he spoke to me again, I snapped out, “Kellan Kyle! Are you in a restaurant?”
“Well, I wouldn’t exactly call this a restaurant…greasy spoon maybe.” His breath was still a little fast, but way more calm than it had been.
I closed my eyes, running my hand down my face. “Please tell me you are not about to be arrested for indecent exposure.” He laughed a little. “No, I’m not.”
I dropped my hand to my knee, floored. “You faked all that? Why would you do that to me?” I brought my knees to my chest, feeling sort of weird. He’d told me before when he’d faked a sexual act that it hadn’t been his first time, but, damn…
Kellan sighed. “I never expected you to go along with it and when you did, well, I wasn’t about to stop you from having your moment.” In a whisper he added, “Even if I can’t come right now…I want you to.” I bit my lip, feeling a little bad. I’d been faking it, too. “I may have been exaggerating my part in it…but I was thinking about it.” Kellan laughed. “Well, we’ll call that a practice round then. Next time…I’ll be somewhere private and you will actually touch yourself.
Deal?”
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I flushed, feeling that embarrassment creep back up. “Yeah,” I mumbled.
I heard a voice in the background that sounded vaguely familiar. Sitting ramrod straight, I whispered, “Oh my God, please tell me that you’re sitting alone.”
Kellan paused. I could almost hear him debating on whether or not to answer me. “Um, well, no…the guys are here…and Justin. He says hey, by the way.”
“Oh my God!” I exclaimed, disconnecting the phone in my mortifica-tion. Not only had he faked that little moment, but he’d faked it in front of his friends and the celebrity that I knew I’d never be able to look in the eye again. God…men…
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