Now she was going to return the favor.
With a bold smile, Isabella pressed up to kiss him, tracing the curve of his bottom lip with her tongue. “What, you thought I’d let you have all the fun?”
“Sorry, did you not just have fun?” The corners of his mouth lifted into a cocky smirk. “Because you sounded like—”
“Yes.” She kissed him again, arousal rebuilding in her belly at the primal, earthy taste of sex on his mouth. “I know what I sounded like. But you had me nice and slow. Now I want you.”
Kellan pulled her close. “I want you, too.”
“No. I want you. I want you fast.” Isabella pulled her dress over her head. “I want you hard.” One twist of her wrist, and her bra followed. “And I want you inside me, right now.”
He took a step back, his up-and-down stare as palpable as a touch raking over her naked skin. “You are the hottest fucking woman I have ever seen. C’mere.”
Grabbing her by the hands, Kellan cut a direct path to what turned out to be his sofa. He undressed in just a few economical moves, his shirt and shoes and pants landing who knew where, and finally, he stood in front of her in nothing more than a pair of black boxer briefs.
“Oh.” Isabella’s throat worked over a swallow. Holy shit, he was beautiful, all chiseled shoulders and flat abs. The dark, scrolling edges of a tattoo spanned one arm from the bottom of his shoulder to his biceps, and her fingers ached with the urge to touch him, to learn him by heart the way he’d uncovered her.
But she was going to have to take the scenic route next time, because right now, what Isabella really wanted was to fuck him.
Wrapping one arm around Kellan’s shoulder, she lowered her free hand over the tightly bunched muscles covering his midsection. Although his chest was mostly smooth, her fingers rasped over a crisp trail of dark hair leading down toward his low-slung waistband, and a fresh wave of desire bloomed between her legs.
That desire made Isabella’s mouth water as soon as her hand skimmed over his cock.
“Isabella,” Kellan grated, thrusting into her touch.
She didn’t deny him. “Shhh,” she whispered, stroking him with firm intention. “It’s okay if you want to let go, too. Go on, Kellan.” She slid his boxer briefs lower to palm his cock, hot skin on skin. “Lose control a little.”
A spear of wicked satisfaction moved through her chest as he pushed into the circle of her fingers. Isabella pumped her hand from root to tip, each one of Kellan’s heavy breaths against her neck daring her to move faster. On an upward glide, she swept her thumb over the head of his cock to capture the bead of moisture there, and he broke from her with a curse.
“Now,” came the dark demand from the back of his throat, making her even more wet. But a thought pricked at the back of her mind, and shit. Shit. As prepared as Isabella had been for every other situation tonight, fitting a condom in her itty-bitty purse had never even occurred to her. She was on the pill—no such thing as too careful—but as desperate as she was to let Kellan bury himself inside of her until they both screamed, horny didn’t trump smart.
Fortunately, he seemed to be on the same thought train. Bending to grab his pants from the floor, he slipped a condom from his wallet, sheathing himself with only a few deft movements. After exhaling her relief, Isabella splayed her fingers over the hard line of his shoulders, sending him to the couch behind them with just one push. She straddled Kellan’s lap, balancing the cradle of her hips over the corded muscles of his thighs. His stare glittered over her in the darkness that her eyes had grown accustomed to, and he claimed her waist in a rough hold.
“No.” Although she whispered the word, it stilled him completely. Isabella curled her fingers around his wrists. “I want you, remember? I want you to feel me. I want you to know where I’ve been, too. So no moving,” she said, guiding his hands to his sides and shifting her body over his. “Let me fuck you, Kellan. Let me find what you want.”
Isabella reached down to the slight space between them. His cock jutted up from the low center of his hips, thick and gloriously hard, and even though her heart was pounding so fast she was sure the damned thing would try to make a jailbreak, she angled her aching sex against him and pushed.
Oh. Holy. Hell.