Page 26 of Avenging Kelly

I broke the kiss. “God, if you don’t want this to go any further, you gotta stop.”

The sexy man smirked. “Who says I don’t want it to go further?”

“I probably smell like a goat,” I joked.

London shocked me by running his tongue over the hair of my armpit and nipped at my right tricep, his teeth biting hard enough that I jerked away. “Ow! That’s gonna leave a mark.”

I absorbed his rumbling chuckle into my body like a hug. God, I could be so gone for the man.

“Shower with me?” London asked. How in the hell could I say no?

I picked him up and placed him on his feet. The surprise in his eyes made me laugh. “Let’s get you naked,” I stated as I pulled his thermal shirt over his head, his hair filling with static and standing on end to the point I couldn’t hold the laugh.

“Hey, if you had more hair, it would stick up,” he teased as he lifted my t-shirt over my head.

We slid off our shoes before stepping into the bathroom. I turned on the water in the shower while London grabbed towels, and then we stood across from each other, neither moving an inch.

“So, who goes first? Not it!”

London laughed. “You’re younger. You should go first.”

“You’re taller,” I teased. We stood there for another beat before I offered, “Count of three?”

London nodded and unbuttoned his jeans and shifted the zipper down.

“One.”

“Two.” I slid my thumbs in the waistband of my shorts.

“Three.” We both dropped trough, and I couldn’t help staring. His cock was thick and jutted to the left while mine was longer and stood erect, straining toward London.

“Damn!”

“Back at ya,” London stated as he slid his feet from his jeans and peeled off his tan socks.

I stepped out of my shorts and briefs, sliding off my socks and standing before the handsomest man I’d ever met in my life. It wasn’t just his looks that made him beautiful.

He had a light in his eyes and a crooked smile that seemed to always be just below the surface. It was his compassion and his warm personality that sucked me in. All of those things made London St. Michael a perfect man.

I believed London trusted me. He’d stood up for me when Rafe had doubts. Those things were combining and taking away any willpower I had to resist him.

“Will you sleep with me in my bed tonight?” I invited. My brain was in a fog, and I could see nothing but London, which definitely wasn’t a bad thing.

A sharp knock sounded on the wooden door nearly broke the spell he had me under. “Go away.” London said it with such authority, my stomach swooped.

There was a loud laugh on the other side of the door… his brother, Dallas… but neither of us gave a damn.

I took London’s hand and led him into the large marble shower. I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him closer to me as the water coated our skin from all angles.

If I ever had a home of my own, I’d have a shower just like the one in which I was standing and falling in love with the man in my arms.

11

LONDON

Kelly’s gorgeous brown eyes consumed me, and my body reacted immediately. He was unbelievably handsome, and he was more intense than anyone I’d ever met. I had to guess that had a lot to do with his history, or maybe it was the drugs, but it was damn attractive.

The things he’d done—or believed he’d done—while incarcerated had shaped him into a man who was unsure of his footing in the world. Everything inside me wanted to help him find his bedrock again.

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