Letting go of a moan that nearly wrecked him, Isabella canted her hips in a touch-seeking thrust. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“It’s not a bad thing that I wanted to be inside you,” Kellan agreed, skimming a thumb over her nipple, a bolt of wicked satisfaction laddering up his spine as it tightened to a stiff point behind the lace. She was so responsive, so brash in taking exactly what she wanted, and hell if that didn’t make him want to slow down and touch her all the more. “But now I want to make up for my oversight.”
Another moan, and she trailed a hand over the flat of her belly. “Don’t make me start without you.”
The thought of Isabella slipping her fingers beneath that tiny triangle of lace to make herself come sent a hard ache from the base of his spine to his balls. “Go right ahead.”
Her mouth parted in a soft O, prompting Kellan to lean in and taste her surprise. “What?” she asked.
He bit down on her bottom lip with just enough pressure to skirt the boundary between pleasure and pain. “I’m about to turn you on in ways you’ve only imagined before now. You don’t really think I’m going to tell you no if you want to return the favor.”
“You want to watch me touch myself?” Her fingers inched lower, down past the indent of her belly button, and clearly, she was warm to the idea.
Kellan grasped her hand and placed it directly between her legs, because he was fucking incendiary for the idea. “Yes. I want to see exactly how you need to be touched.”
“What else do you want?” Isabella pushed her hips up in a slow glide, her fingers pressing against her lace-covered sex.
He bit back a groan. Jesus, she had no idea how hot her tenacity was. “I want to take this off”—he dipped his head to the slim line of her shoulder, running his tongue along the ink-colored ribbon of her bra—“so I can learn your gorgeous tits with my hands and my mouth, just like I did with your pussy the other night.”
Her back arched, and Kellan didn’t wait for another invitation. Moving his hand to the back of her rib cage, he found the delicate clasp nestled between her shoulder blades, freeing it with a quick turn of his wrist. Isabella looked at him, just a second’s worth of sweetness in her milk chocolate eyes as she slipped the lace from her body.
Gorgeous didn’t even touch this woman.
He looked back at her, wanting to memorize every nuance and curve. The way her hair framed her face and shoulders, how her nipples pointed up, tight with the need to be touched. The sight of her long fingers still pressed to the lace between her tawny thighs.
“Kellan,” she whispered. “I need—”
The rest of her words became a keening cry as he closed his lips around one nipple, because as much as Isabella needed to be touched, he needed her, just like this. Sliding his tongue in a slow circle, Kellan tasted and sucked, angling his body over hers as she lay back on the bed.
“Ohhhh.” The sound spilled from her mouth, her exhale heating the back of his neck. Her soft, sensual cries made his cock throb behind the fly of his jeans, but when her fingers delved beneath the edge of her panties, he damn near lost his mind.
Kellan let go of her breast, his eyes fixed on her fingers as they disappeared provocatively between her legs. “That’s it,” he grated, his breath shaky with want. “Show me what you want.”
“I want…” Isabella’s knees widened, her back bowing. “Don’t stop doing that with your mouth. And don’t stop watching.”
“My pleasure.”
Continuing to keep his body weight braced on one side, Kellan dropped his mouth back to her nipple, curling his fingers beneath the swell of her breast to hold her close. The angle gave him a perfect vantage point to watch her busy fingers, his breath moving faster and his sucking growing harder as she circled her fingers over her clit.
Isabella moaned, her nipple pebbling harder beneath his lips. She buried her thumb at the top of her sex, tilting her hips up and letting her fingers drift lower, then lower still.
Kellan froze, his cock turning to absolute steel as he realized exactly where she was touching herself. Keeping his mouth on her nipple, he let go of her breast, gliding his fingers over her body until they twined with hers. She stilled at the contact, but he didn’t hesitate.
“Show me.”
He didn’t know whether to be more stunned or turned on when Isabella complied. But then she was pulling the lace from her hips, returning her hand to his and guiding it to the heat between her legs, and yeah. He’d never been so turned on in his fucking life.