Biting back her moan was never going to happen, so she didn’t even bother to try. With her thighs spread wide and their bodies joined to the hilt, Kellan stretched her inner muscles and filled her completely. Isabella sucked in a breath at the heat and the pressure and the dirty, wanton feel of his cock inside her pussy, and oh God, he could bury himself like this all night and it still wouldn’t be enough.
“Ah,” Kellan grated, the noise grounding her in the here and now. Bracketing his shoulders with both arms, she leaned forward and lifted slightly, pressing her palms into the soft leather of the couch behind him. The change in angle sent another round of sensations winging through Isabella’s core, but she tamped them down. She rocked back and forth with purpose, listening to Kellan’s breath and feeling his body tighten beneath her as she moved faster, then slower, then harder against his cock.
“Show me what you want,” Isabella said, pleasure filling her chest at the look of intensity shaping his face.
“Just you, sweetheart. Now don’t stop.”
The words arrowed deep, daring her to roll her hips and dig her nails into the back of the couch behind his shoulders. For every thrust, she retreated a little farther, riding the entire length of his cock over and over. Kellan’s hands formed fists at his sides, his eyes locked on the spot where he disappeared deep inside again and again, and the intensity sent a curl of want licking between Isabella’s legs. She lowered her fingers, sweeping them over the sensitive knot of her clit, shock moving through her as his hand covered hers.
“So hot.” His fingers joined in, testing the slick folds at the top of her sex while he filled her so thoroughly below, and the provocative sensations twined together to send her unexpectedly over the edge. Her climax pulsed through her, taking control of her voice, and Kellan tensed beneath her at the sound of her cries.
“Isabella. Oh, fuck, I—”
Gripping her hips, he pushed her all the way down on his cock as he thrust up to meet her. The sweet invasion sent another wave of pleasure through her pussy, and she arched to take every inch of his shuddering release.
Minutes passed with nothing but the sound of their ragged breath. Isabella slumped over Kellan’s body, her arms around his neck and his hands still locked around her waist, both of them inhaling and exhaling against one another. Her brain knew she should move, commanded her to do it, even. But her body was boneless, refusing to hear a damned thing her neurons said. Finally, Kellan moved her gently aside, slipping down the hallway for only a minute before returning to the spot next to her on the cushions.
“Here.” He reached for the blanket draped over the arm of the couch, pulling the edges around his shoulders and pressing his chest against her back.
Isabella’s brain snapped back online. She stiffened despite her body’s bid to melt into the warmth of Kellan’s touch. “Actually, I should probably go.”
His answer came quick and matter-of-fact. “No you shouldn’t.”
“I should,” she said again, unease beginning to form in her belly. The sex had been great—other-worldly, even. But she didn’t do this. She didn’t stay.
At least, she’d never wanted to.
Isabella’s heart nudged faster against her breastbone. “I have to be up early,” she whispered, but Kellan tightened his grip from behind her, and jeez, how could any man feel so freaking good when he wasn’t even touching her naughty bits?
“I have to be up early, too. I’ll wake you.”
“But—”
“Moreno.” He slid a kiss into her hair, putting yet another kill shot on her determination. “It’s two o’clock in the morning and I’m not wearing any pants. Don’t make me get up and walk you to your car.”
Dammit, she laughed. “I carry a Glock instead of a purse and I’m trained to the teeth in self-defense. I can make it to my car just fine, you know.”
“I do. But the thing is, I don’t want you to go right now. So could you do me a favor please, and just lie down with me and close your eyes? We’re talking a couple of hours of shuteye on the couch, here. No big deal. Plus, after the night we’ve had, you’ve got to be tired.”
Well, shit. Of course he had to go and have a point. “Okay,” Isabella finally said, letting him guide her back to the oversized cushions of the couch, which just so happened to be deceptively comfortable. Her breath found a slow, steady rhythm, and her body finally gave in to the full letdown of her adrenaline rush. Her muscles unwound one by one, their tight hold of awareness slipping into relaxation. Walker’s chest was warm against her back, which was oddly comforting considering how hard-bodied he was, and didn’t that just make it that much easier to let him hold her.
“Mmm.” She settled in against his back, trying—and failing—to stifle her yawn. “I’m still really mad at you for ambushing me,” she murmured. Whoa, how was keeping her eyes open so difficult all of a sudden?
Kellan tightened the circle of his arms around her, her relaxation growing even deeper as he dropped a kiss to her temple. “I know,” he said.
It was the last thing Isabella heard before drifting off to sleep.
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