Skin Deep (Station Seventeen #1)

Isabella exhaled, her skin still tingling with residual pleasure from the soft scrape of his stubble on her overly sensitive skin. “I do that because it feels…” Yes, yes, yes. “Really good.”


He lingered there for a minute longer before sliding his jacket from her body and focusing his attention on her shoulder blade, then the center of her back. Kissing his way down her spine, he dropped to his knees behind her.

“You remember what I said? About how I’m going to make you come with my fingers and my mouth?”

All she could manage past the slamming of her heart was a broken nod.

“Good. Open up for me, Isabella.” He slid both hands up the length of her thighs, lifting her skirt higher and nudging her feet apart. “Let me in.”

She complied without thought. Widening her stance, she shifted her weight, planting both feet on the floorboards. The leverage of her stilettos kept her anchored in place, and Kellan made a dark sound of approval from behind her.

“Now put your hands on the glass.”

The bare scrap of Isabella’s brain left for logical thinking knew this should be awkward. They were fully dressed and barely touching, not even close to being face to face. But the fact that he couldn’t see her, that she was truly hidden in plain sight, made her hotter than she’d ever been.

She flattened her palms against the window in front of her, her pussy clenching at the heat of Kellan’s exhale on her thighs.

“That’s it. Lean forward,” he said, allowing her space to bend slightly at the waist. The thin material of her thong slid easily over the slick wetness between her legs, and Isabella couldn’t hold back her moan at the pleasure the friction sent deep into her core.

Kellan slipped his palms farther up her thighs, not stopping until her skirt was bunched around her hips. “Christ, woman. I could spend all night just looking at your pretty ass.”

At her whimper, he chuffed out a laugh, his breath coasting over the small of her back. “Don’t worry. I don’t want to go that slow. Come here and let me give you what you need.”

Without another word, he hooked his thumbs around the thin strings holding her panties in place over her hips, pulling them down in a slow glide. Isabella’s clit ached with the need to be touched, her nipples turning to tight points as they hardened in anticipation, and Kellan cupped her ass with both hands, angling his shoulders against the hot, needy space between her legs.

And then his mouth was on her sex from behind her, and she forgot how to breathe.

“Ah.” The gasp tore from her throat on a wordless noise, and Isabella arched, desperate for deeper contact.

Although Kellan didn’t draw back, he also didn’t give her what she was after. “Easy. Let me get to know you.” He slid his tongue along the seam of her body, testing her folds with soft flutters and firmer flicks. “Let me find what you want.”

Sensations crashed through Isabella’s body—dirty, needful, sweet—one right after the other. But Kellan refused to rush, giving her no choice but to slow down and feel each one. He licked and tasted, learning her pussy with his mouth while he spread her wider and explored with his fingers. Heat built in a steady demand between her thighs as he kissed her over and over, until finally, Isabella curled her fingers into the window in front of her.

“Oh God,” she moaned, her inner muscles tensing with delicious pressure as Kellan pushed his tongue deeper inside.

“There.” He did it again, then one more time, and she was helpless against her sigh in response. “That makes you want to come, doesn’t it?”

Another slow thrust of his tongue, and every part of Isabella’s body trembled with awareness. “Yes.”

“Then I’m not stopping until you do.”

Shifting slightly, Kellan wrapped an arm around the front of her hip, dipping two fingers to circle her clit while he worked her pussy from behind with his mouth. The thrusts of his tongue grew deeper, faster, and her breath pushed out in shorter bursts, fogging the glass. She closed her eyes, concentrating on his fingers and the wicked pleasure of his mouth as he fucked her with his tongue.

And he was right. Isabella felt him everywhere.

“Kellan.” Release spiraled, bright and hot between her hips, but he didn’t hold back.

“I’m right here, sweetheart. No one can see you. Go ahead and let go.”

Her orgasm crashed into her, stealing her breath and making her cry out all at once. Waves of pleasure rolled over her from the inside out, and oh God, they seemed to last forever, making her legs shake and her heart slam and her body feel totally brand new. After every last tremor had been wrung from inside of her, Kellan slowed his movements, righting her dress over her hips as he pushed to his feet behind her.

“Jesus. Isabella, you are—”

“Not even close to done.”

She pivoted just in time to see surprise take hold of his features, his eyes widening in the city light filtering up from below. But they’d done things his way, with him in control of her pleasure.

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