He ground his hips into mine and leaned down to kiss my neck. I closed my eyes and angled my head, perfectly content. Kellan’s attentions started waking my body up. I wrapped my legs around his, wondering just how quiet Kellan and I could be. Silent sex with him was difficult, but not impossible. As his lips wandered farther down my neck, I murmured, “Mmm . . . because you’re a villainous boy who is only using me to satisfy his baser instincts.”
Kellan pulled back from kissing me. “Is that really what your dad thinks of me?”
Caught off guard by his abrupt change of pace, I blinked and stammered, “Uh, I don’t . . . no . . . I don’t think so.”
Kellan shifted to the side of me, and I twisted my body to face him. “Yeah, he does. He thinks all I want from you is sex, and that I have a different version of you in every city that I visit.”
I pursed my lips, trying to think of some tiny falsehood in Kellan’s assessment. Unfortunately, I was pretty sure that was the bulk of Dad’s problem with Kellan. He just didn’t trust him, not with his lifestyle. I shrugged. “I’m sure he doesn’t think it’s every city.”
Kellan frowned, then hopped out of bed again. Sitting up, I let out an exasperated grunt. “Now what are you doing?”
Kellan walked over to his dresser and started stripping. My objection left my lips as his boxers hit the floor. Kellan watched me watching him with a smirk. Slipping on fresh underwear and jeans, he rummaged for a shirt as I blatantly stared. As enticing as his bare body was, there was something overly erotic about him standing there with his jeans unfastened. Especially with the intriguing lines of definition on his perfectly sculpted abdomen stretching and flexing as he moved. I really wanted that body lying on top of me again.
Amused by my intense inspection, Kellan found a shirt he liked and slipped it over his head. I smiled as that fabulous body was encased in deep red cotton. Even dressed, he was stunning. Zipping up his pants, Kellan shook his head as he walked over to me.
“You do know that if I stared at you the way you stare at me, I would get yelled at.”
I gave him a light kiss when he leaned down to me. “I would never yell . . . but yes, I know.” His face was a mixture of amusement and irritation when he pulled away. Giggling, I told him, “Life is full of unfairness.” I frowned. “Like you leaving me right now. Where are you going?”
Kellan smiled as he ran his fingers through his hair, effortlessly arranging the longer layers into an irresistible mess of bed-head. “I’m going to go show your dad that there is more to me than he thinks. My only interest isn’t sleeping with his daughter.” He winked, then turned to leave. Hand on his doorknob, he twisted back. “Although, that really is what I would like to be doing right now.” His eyes trailed down my body, igniting me. Kellan sighed as I squirmed under his scrutiny. Meeting my eyes, he added, “See the sacrifices I make for you?”
He smirked and left the room before I could comment.
I thought of joining Kellan and my father, but decided against it. Dad needed to get to know Kellan one-on-one if he was ever going to bond with him. And besides, I didn’t want to distract Kellan with my sexy allure. Yeah, right, sexy. Smiling at my own ridiculousness, I hopped out of bed. Kellan was the alluring one in the relationship, which was a perk for me. I was . . . the lucky one.
I bumped into Mom in the hallway as I made my way to the bathroom. Kellan’s place was a little on the small side. The upstairs only consisted of two modest bedrooms with a bathroom tucked in between them. Running into people in the hallway was almost unavoidable. It was how I’d first officially met Kellan.
Mom smiled as she listened to her husband having a civil conversation with mine. I gave her a brief hug as I listened as well. Dad was asking Kellan if he could really make any money off his band “thing.” As Kellan started to explain that he would probably make out “okay,” Mom focused her attention on me. “We should hit some wedding boutiques while I’m in town. Find you a dress before I head back home.”
I cringed at the idea. “Mom, I really don’t need a big production. I just want to keep it simple.”
Mom swished her hand. “Even simple, you’ll still need a dress.”
I contained the sigh of defeat stirring in my lungs. I really couldn’t argue with that. “Okay, sure thing.”
Before she could comment further, I popped into the bathroom and quickly locked the door behind me. I just knew that ninety percent of my wedding would be mapped out before Mom left. Who knew she was so obsessed with weddings? We’d certainly never discussed it before this. It just hadn’t really come up when I was with Denny.
Maybe Mom saw the connection between Kellan and I, and knew, just like I did, that I’d found the one. My soul. My better half. My reason for being. Nothing in this life would ever fill me with as much joy and peace as Kellan did. I really didn’t know what I would do without him.