Skin Deep (Station Seventeen #1)

“They’re still not on the list.”


Isabella unwound her arm from Kellan’s, her hips swaying provocatively as she stepped around Marcus on her shiny black stilettos. “Okay, Rampage. It is Rampage, right?” She pulled just enough of her bottom lip between her teeth to make Kellan’s pulse spike, and Jesus, he didn’t know which he wanted more—to kiss her or kill her. “My boyfriend and I really want to play. What do we need to do to get on the list?”

Rampage’s stare stayed fixed on her mouth for a full three seconds before he answered. “Mr. DuPree has a strict no-hands rule, so unfortunately, you can’t earn your way in with me. But if you want a taste of what his parties offer, you’re still going to have to show me you want it.”

The protest burned on Kellan’s tongue, but Moreno’s catlike smile kept the guy’s attention. “What’d you have in mind?”

“You said you came to play, right?” His upper lip lifted in a filthy leer, but Moreno held steady.

Her fingers tightened ever so slightly over Kellan’s forearm as if to say easy. “Among other things.”

“Then prove it,” Rampage said, jerking his brick-end chin at Marcus. “Put your mouth on him. I’ll even let you pick your spot, but you’d better make it good.”

Kellan’s composure slammed to a complete halt. The heavy bassline of some song thumped from behind the doors, lifting the hair on the back of his neck and pulsing along with the white-hot anger in his veins.

“No.” The protest was out before he could trap it between his teeth, making Marcus flinch and Rampage take a step forward. But Isabella slipped into the hairsbreadth of testosterone-soaked space between all three of them, flattening one palm over Kellan’s chest as she turned to face Rampage.

“My boyfriend’s just a little territorial when it comes to other men, but don’t worry,” Isabella said. “If proof is what you’re after, I can show you how bad I want it.”

Before Kellan could speak or move or even think, her mouth was on his.

For a split second, he was paralyzed, too thrown by surprise to respond. But then the feel of Isabella’s lips, hungry and insistent, registered all at once, and Kellan lost all thought, answering instead with pure, raw instinct.

Cupping her chin with a single hand, he spread his fingers over one side of her face while his thumb found the other, anchoring her mouth under his. He pushed past her lips without pleasantries, coaxing her mouth open with his hand and his tongue. She opened for him readily, letting him delve deep again and again until—fuck—a moan drifted up from her chest, vibrating a path from his lips all the way to his cock.

Rather than giving in and letting him keep the lead he’d claimed, though, Isabella began to meet the brash invasion of his tongue with pressure of her own. Hot fists formed over his jacket right where his shoulders met his arms, pulling their bodies into a full-frontal connection that did nothing to slow the blind, reckless need building in Kellan’s gut.

Faster. Harder. More.

Now.

Another greedy sweep of Isabella’s tongue was all it took to break him. Crushing his chest against hers, he thrust roughly into the cradle of her hips, impulse daring him not to stop until he’d yanked her dress up and her panties down, burying his cock in the warm, wet heat of her pussy. He broke from her mouth just long enough to reach for the hem of her dress, and the sight of her through his shuttered eyes forced a moan past his lips.

Back arched. Nipples tight and hard, pressing provocatively against the thin red fabric covering them. Mouth parted in wordless desire with heat in her stare to match.

Holy shit. Isabella genuinely wanted him. As badly as he wanted her.

And he’d been two seconds away from doing his level best to make her come in public.

The thought brought him smashing back to the alcove, to the reality of what he’d been doing—to the even harsher reality of what he’d almost done—and Jesus Christ, was he out of his goddamn mind?

Kellan froze. He took a swift step back, his body sending up a primal and thoroughly pissed what the fuck? to his brain. But as much as the kiss had shredded every last ounce of his control, he couldn’t blow their cover, which meant he damn sure couldn’t look at Isabella.

Jam these feelings into a box, Walker. Right. Now.

Shifting forward to remove her from his line of sight, Kellan reached up to swipe his thumb over his bottom lip, lifting his eyes to level Rampage with an emotionless stare.

“Good enough for you?” he asked, the smudge of Isabella’s coppery lipstick glittering on his hand in the soft light.

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