“Come here.”
He stepped in until only a few inches separated their bodies. Reaching up to cradle his face between both hands, Isabella slanted her lips over his. But where all their other kisses until now had been preludes, hot and hungry with the suggestion of what would come after them, this one was the polar opposite. This kiss wasn’t meant to be anything other than exactly what it was—mouths touching, breath mingling, pure closeness—and the simplicity was a bigger turn-on than anything Isabella could’ve imagined. Slowly, she pressed her lips against Kellan’s a little harder, taking her time as she explored his mouth.
Oh, his mouth. His lips were surprisingly soft, but firm too, and a small, dark thrill shot up her spine at the juxtaposition she’d never quite noticed. Focusing her attention on just his mouth, she nibbled and tasted and kissed with feather-light movements. She worked her way from one corner to the other with mostly chaste movements, darting her tongue out only long enough to trace the very edge of his bottom lip where his bare, smooth skin met the coarse stubble of his goatee.
“Jesus.” Kellan groaned, his breath hot on her mouth. “Isabella, you’re killing me.”
She placed her lips back over his before parting them in a smile that tasted as wicked as it felt. “Do you feel good?”
“You feel good.” His mouth parted, his tongue sliding hotly over the seam of her lips. “The way you’re kissing me, how you’re giving and teasing at the same time…you’re driving me crazy.”
“Like this?” Isabella arched forward to kiss him again, capturing his top lip between her teeth. Moving them back and forth, she worked his skin just hard enough to let him know where she’d been, and her nipples hardened at the growl climbing the back of his throat.
“Yeah,” he said, pulling back to fasten her with a smoldering stare through the shadows in his room. His eyes glittered, dark blue and primal, and God, he was beautiful. “Like that.”
“What else do you want, Kellan?” Isabella hovered her mouth in front of his, just shy of contact, and he didn’t wait to answer her question.
“I want you pressed up against me.” His heated gaze traveled lower, lingering on the deep V of her top before he hooked his hands beneath her arms to bring their bodies flush. “Your mouth isn’t the only thing I want to feel.”
Oh God, yes. In a flash, she swung his back to the bed and pushed all the way forward, shifting their bodies lengthwise over the mattress. Kellan’s shoulder blades met the sleep-rumpled sheets with a thump, and she bracketed his shoulders with both hands, straddling his lap and fitting her body against his from mouth to chest to hips.
“Oh, fuck.”
His moan made Isabella’s sex grow slick behind the seam of her jeans. Her nipples pearled at the contact with the hard plane of his chest, and his fully erect cock sent tremors of heat to her clit, even through the layers of their clothes. Their bodies were cloaked in more shadow than light in the wake of the sunset, but the ambient glow filtering in from the hallway outlined the needful glint in his stare, and Isabella moved without thinking.
She returned her mouth to his, only this time, she didn’t go slow. With a single, bold sweep of her tongue, she parted his lips, knotting her fingers in his hair to hold him close as she deepened the kiss. Kellan surrendered to her advance, letting her give and take and give again until finally, he pulled back with a sharp exhale.
“Isabella.” His muscles thrummed beneath her body, and she leaned in to place her mouth beside his ear.
“You don’t have to hide this away, Kellan. Tell me what you want to feel.”
“I want more of you,” he said, honesty and need wrapped tight around the words. “I want to feel your skin on mine.”
Isabella slid off his lap and let her feet find the floor in front of him. Her body protested the loss of contact, sending a shiver all the way through her, but she didn’t stop moving. She undressed quickly but with purpose, keeping her eyes locked on Kellan’s as she lifted her T-shirt over her head, then slipped out of her boots so her jeans could follow. Leaving her bra and lacy white thong in place, she crooked one finger in a c’mere motion.
“Now you,” she said. Kellan answered without a word, pushing up to a seated position on the bed, and she reached down low to grab the hem of his T-shirt. Heat pooled between her thighs at the sight of him, the indent of his chiseled shoulders, the flex and release of his biceps that made the scrolling ink on his arm seem to ripple with strength.
But despite the obvious appeal of his body, what Isabella really wanted was to give Kellan what he wanted, so she flattened her palms over his chest, guiding him back over the bed so she could reclaim her spot in his lap.