“No.” The word is sharp, forceful. An instant later, Kellan’s magical fingers stop and his hand is at my chin, forcing my head up. His index finger traces the contour of my lower lip.
“What are you doing?” I practically whimper, and my eyes flutter open, my gaze imploring. The throbbing between my legs intensifies, but it’s not the good kind.
I’ve never felt so unsatisfied. So…empty.
“I want you to come on my tongue. I want to taste you.” His tone is gentler, but there’s a forceful undertone to it, like it’s his way or none.
“You want to—” My voice breaks.
I’m too wet for what he wants. I’m so slick he could slide inside me, all of him, right to the hilt, and I’d probably moan his name in the process. And I don’t even know why. It’s never happened before, with none of my few boyfriends. As a result, I don’t know how he’d react to it.
I don’t know whether he’ll like it.
“We could just fuck,” I say. The word fuck is barely more than a wanton whisper.
“No.” His groan is almost feral as he slides my panties down my hips. I lift my legs one by one, helping him remove them even though that’s the last thing I should be doing.
I know that. I’m not stupid…just momentarily rendered brainless.
“I’ll fuck you when I say so,” Kellan says. “Until then, you take what I give you.”
“You’re such a jerk.”
He was one before, and he’ll continue to be one.
A jerk who needs to be in control.
I’m not surprised to find that a guy like him finds his thrill in power.
“A jerk who’s going to make you come hard.”
Maybe.
I’m so on edge, I’m definitely ready to see that happening.
“Tell me what you want me to do,” Kellan demands. His thumb traces my lower lip again while his hard cock presses against my abdomen. I can taste myself on his skin. I can smell my scent on him.
I flick my tongue over his thumb hesitantly and hear him catch his breath. “Fuck me.”
I’ve never begged a man to take me. That I’m doing it now is a sure sign that I’m losing my morals in Montana.
“No. That’s not what I want to hear.” His hands trail down the front of my shirt and gather on either side of my hips, pulling me to him.
Waiting.
Stalling.
Forcing me to ask him for the one thing I’m not comfortable doing.
This is the moment to shut down this little episode between us.
And yet, I find myself wondering what it’d be like to have his mouth between my legs.
He brings his lips close to my ear. “Say it, Ava. Tell me what you’d like me to do.”
“Taste me,” I whisper, instantly ashamed of myself as I repeat his words. “I want to come on your tongue.”
Others have gone down on me. I’ve never come.
I’ll let him try, if it makes him happy…so we can move on to the fucking part.
Kellan smiles, his smugness so obvious I’d slap it right off his glorious face if I weren’t so damn horny.
“If you hold back or fake it, you’ll regret it.” The threat lingers in the air. It should make me afraid of him, eager to get the hell away. Instead, I can’t help but wonder what kind of punishment he’d have in store for me.
A slow trail of heat begins to throb to life. My clit’s on fire.
I like the idea of surrendering all control to him. And that’s exactly what I’m going to do.
I push my chin out, my eyes challenging him. “If you want all of me, you’ll have to earn it. I’m not easily pleased.”
He chuckles, the self-satisfied sound speaking volumes. “Your * won’t stand a chance against my tongue.”
Oh, gosh.
I’ve never met anyone so delusional…or full of himself.
If he weren’t so darn sexy, I’d—
In one swift motion, he’s kneeled before me, his hands cupping my ass, bringing one leg around his shoulders. My balance is so off, I have no choice but to lean into him. To open myself up, leaving my most private spot at his mercy.
“Ready for the ride of your life?” Is that another chuckle before his mouth descends upon me?
“Ride?” I ask stupidly, cursing the fact that my head’s just turned into a big, empty cloud, when his hot tongue dips into me. The movement comes so unexpected, I almost whimper and thread my fingers through his hair, unsure whether to pull his mouth closer or push him away.
My leg wraps tighter around his shoulder, bringing his mouth closer to my entrance. His tongue dips in again, then licks all the way back up to my clit, through my swollen folds, moving back up to my clit.
I suck in a gulp of air and close my eyes, my fingers still tangled in his hair as arrows of pleasure shoot through my core, my * tightening around nothing, begging to be filled.
“I’ve been thinking about your wet *,” Kellan whispers appreciatively between another dip and lick, then another and another.
“You taste even better than I imagined.” His voice is deep, hoarse, sexy as hell. “I’m going to make you crash so hard, you’ll be spoiled for every other man after me.”
“No false modesty,” I more moan than whisper.