Page 103 of Beautiful Trauma
I answered by taking him deeper into my mouth. Kellan grunted and began flexing his hips. “Mila!” he barked out as he detonated down my throat.
As he rode out his orgasm, I kept licking and sucking his cock. When he finally stilled, I slid him out. “That was fucking amazing,” he rasped out.”
With a grin, I tucked his slackened cock back into his pants. “Do you feel relaxed?"
“I sure as hell do.”
“Good.”
After the SUV came to a stop outside my building, Kellan buttoned his pants back together while I used the mirror on the seat before me to check my appearance. I swiped my lips and then fluffed my hair where it had been tangled by Kellan’s fingers.
Meanwhile, Kellan eased the partition back down, which signaled to the driver that we were ready. He hopped out to open the door.
When I got out of the car, Kellan followed me. “What are you doing?”
“Walking you to the lobby.”
I shook my head. “You heard Quinn. You need to hurry up and get home.”
“Five minutes isn’t going to make that much difference,” he argued.
My heart fluttered at his attention. “If you say so.”
Taking my hand, he walked me up the sidewalk. Although I hated sounding desperate and clingy, I couldn’t stop myself from asking, “With this development of Dare’s, I’m not going to see you for a while, am I?”
He grimaced. “Hopefully, we can wrap this up quickly. But until then, I’ll have to stay in Boston.”
“I could come to you.”
With a shake of his head, Kellan replied, “I don’t want you anywhere near this danger until it’s taken care of.”
“So, we’re down to sexting and phone sex?”
Kellan laughed. “While I won’t say no to that, I do plan on checking in on you every day.”
“I’m glad to hear that.”
When we reached the entrance to my building, I turned to Kellan. “I know I said it before, but it bears repeating. This was one of the best nights of my life.”
He smiled. “Mine too.”
“Considering you’re not a fan of astronomy, I’m not sure how it could be.”
“It was a great night because I got to be with you.”
“Oh God. There you go again with saying perfect things.”
“Sorry. It’s just going to be your cross to bear with me,” he teased.
With a laugh, I replied, “I can live with it.” Glancing into the lobby, I sighed, “Why do I feel like Cinderella at midnight?”
Kellan rubbed his knuckles tenderly along my jaw. “Don’t worry. Your Prince Charming will be calling you bright and early in the morning to see how you slept. Then he’ll incessantly text you during the day for updates about Dima and the mundane details of your life.”
I laughed. “A modern day Prince Charming, huh?”
“I am.”
“And you’re mine,” I murmured.
