The feel of Kellan pressed against me wouldn't leave my head.or my body for that matter. I was luxuriating in the shower after that little encounter, trying to organize my thoughts and my emotions. "I love it when you do that," he whispered, then left the room chuckling, while I blushed deeply. "All right.but only because you begged." His voice was so smooth it was practically a purr. He kissed me one last time, deeply on my neck, and I worried for a second that he would leave a mark, but then he pulled away and sighed. "Please.stop." I managed to whisper, as I attempted another feeble try at pushing him away. He breathed huskily in my ear again, "I assure you.I am not." His lips trailed down to my neck as I shivered again. His other hand ran up my back and pulled me flush against him. I gasped as one of his hands clutched my poor bruised thigh and hitched it around his hip. " I finished my thought by muttering under my breath, "You're practically a girl."Īpparently he heard me, for he abruptly turned me to face him, backed me against the counter and pressed himself into me. I can't keep up with you." My glare softened as I wondered if I had just incited his anger. I pushed him away with weak feeling arms. He pulled me tight, yet again, and breathed heavily in my ear as he whispered, "Yes.things are very different." I sighed and pushed him back more firmly, trying to ignore how nice his arms felt around me. "Stop what, Kiera? We used to do this all the time when Denny was gone.remember?" He pulled me tight again. "Stop it, Kellan," I whispered as I turned and gently pushed him back. Ugh, why did his touch have to do that to me? He slipped his arms around my waist and held me close to him. "Mornin'," he whispered, directly in my ear. Brushing the hair seductively off of my neck, from one shoulder all the way around to the other, he swiftly kissed the back of my neck. He set down his mug and calmly walked over behind me. My cheeks flushed and he smiled devilishly, like he knew exactly what I was thinking of.
He took a long drink of his coffee and I couldn't help but think of the espresso stand.
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