I shake my head. Maybe other women talk to him like that, but I can’t.
“Tell me how much you want me inside you,” Kellan orders and lets go of his shaft. He inches closer, and his fingers brush the inside of my legs. His palm presses against my clitoris, the pressure unbearably hard and frustrating. I arch my hips forward, silently begging him to enter me.
I draw a sharp breath as two fingers move between my legs, settling against my mound.
“Is this what you want?” His fingers slide into me, filling me up like they did last night. I nod and tilt my head back, closing my eyes in the process. The pleasure is all consuming, frustratingly so because I won’t come from it. I need more.
“It’s not enough.” My words are barely more than a whisper.
“Then say you want me to fill you.” His voice is rough, the demand harsher than before. Through the lust-induced fog inside my brain, I can recognize a pattern. Just like stripping for him, this is an order he expects me to obey.
“I want you to fill me up,” I whisper.
“Tell me you want my cock inside you, fucking you so deep you’ll feel it for a week,” Kellan says. “Now, look at me.” His fingers leave my * and settle beneath my chin, forcing me to meet his heated gaze. “Say it.”
Without his fingers inside me, I feel empty. I’m eager to please him so we can finally get to the action. “I want to feel you for a week.”
“Good girl.” He smiles, seemingly pleased.
For a moment, he releases me and fumbles with his jeans. I look away, but the noise of a tearing foil wrapper is unmistakable. There’s something dirty about the way I just stand there, bathed in glowing brightness, waiting for a guy I barely know to pull on a condom.
I feel dirty. Surreal. Cheap.
And yet, I’m so turned on, I could make myself come within seconds.
Kellan’s hand slides across my ass, cupping it, lifting me up.
He takes my lip between his teeth and sucks it into his mouth a moment before his cock plunges into me—all the way in. I flinch at the jolt of pain that’s instantly replaced by a long wave of pleasure.
He’s too big. I don’t think I can take it.
“Kellan.” His name erupts from my lips in a moan.
“Yes, baby. We’ll take it slow.”
But there’s nothing slow about the way he thrusts deeper inside me.
Another moan escapes my lips. I’ve never been so stretched. The pleasure is almost unbearable. I should be moving my hips in unison with his, but all I can do is claw at his shoulders, holding on for dear life.
Electric jolts course through me, bringing me higher and higher to the edge.
“You’re so wet and tight,” Kellan growls, the sound almost feral, strained.
He’s close. I can feel it from the way he twitches inside me.
“I’ve been picturing me fucking you like this for months,” he says.
That makes two of us.
His hand moves between my legs again and begins to caress my clitoris in quick, circular strokes, the motion rough, demanding.
“Yes,” I gasp. My legs begin to shake from the effort of having him inside me when he puts more pressure on my clitoris, the motion sending me over the edge.
Kellan’s mouth stifles my cry before it can erupt out of my chest while his cock continues to pump inside me, his heavy balls brushing my entrance.
“Oh, God.” I reach that peak and close my eyes, my head rolling backward. From the periphery of my mind, I can feel his one last thrust and hear his own cry of release. At some point, he slides out of me, and his arms wrap around my waist, pulling me close to him.
We remain silent as he’s holding me while my heartbeat barely slows down.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Sitting down, I draw the sunhat deeper over my face, not to protect me against the warm sunrays, but to stop the wind from whipping my hair against my skin.
“Is it always this windy?” I ask.
I’ve been in Montana for six days. The wind stopped only once.
“No.” Kellan lets himself fall next to me. “It can also get very cold. Winter’s always drawn out. Why? Do you miss the city already?” He pulls his hat back and looks at me, a blade of grass between his teeth.
I look at the way he plays with it, the way he chews it between his teeth, letting his tongue slide along the blade. The same tongue that tortured and teased me. The same teeth that tugged at my earlobe. The same mouth that aroused and turned my world from gray into an array of colors.
It’s been a nice vacation so far, probably the best in years.
Correction.
It was the best I ever had.
He’s been inside me so many times I’m not sure I can walk straight anymore. It’s surprising we managed to get as far as the lake.
Taking in the scenery before my eyes, I realize the walk was worth it. The lake is vast; the water is silent and deep—much like Kellan. I dread the moment I’ll have to go. That one last moment together when it’ll be clear I’ll never see him again. Ever since Mandy left, I’ve been counting the days, the hours, the minutes.