Page 32 of Beautiful Trauma
Was he seriously thinking about food right now with the sexual energy pulsing around us? “Why?” I demanded.
“I thought you might be hungry.”
Oh, I was hungry all right. But not for food. Tilting my head, I asked, “Are you hungry?”
Something dark flashed in his eyes at my question. “I’m starving.”
I licked my lips. “So am I.”
The words had barely left my lips when Kellan launched himself at me. I gasped when he slammed his lips against mine.
I wrapped my arms around him, tangling my fingers in his blonde hair. Even molded against him, I didn’t feel close enough. I wanted more of him. His mouth. His tongue. His skin against mine.
Kellan’s hand came to my thigh before he lifted my leg and wrapped it around his hip. At the contact of his erection against my core, we both moaned. He gripped my ass in one of his hands as he thrust against me, knocking my back against the bookcase. The frames rattled on the shelves with each hard thrust.
He tore his lips from mine before dipping his head to kiss a fiery trail down my neck. He nipped and sucked at my jugular. When he reached my collarbone, he slid his tongue along it, causing me to whimper.
Suddenly, Kellan jerked his head up and stilled his movements. As he stared intently into my eyes, he rasped, “Tell me you want this.”
As my chest rose and fell in harsh pants, I replied, “I want this.” After swallowing hard, I replied, “I wantyou. Very much.”
“So do I.” And then his lust-filled expression turned remorseful. “But I shouldn’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because of what happened to you tonight with Anthony.”
“Trust me. I’m not giving him a single thought right now.” I placed my hands on his face. “Hear me loud and clear when I say, I want you to fuck me more than anything in the world.”
He groaned. “Those words on your lips.”
With a grin, I said, “I’ve already got you groaning, and you’re not inside me.”
The sexy smirk that slunk along his lips sent a shiver over me. “I aim to please, ma’am.”
“Then let’s lose the clothes and start fucking.”
“My pleasure.”
CHAPTER EIGHT: KELLAN
As my cock swelled painfully in my dress pants, my fingers itched to touch each and every inch of Mya’s gorgeous body. After everything that had transpired this evening, I couldn’t believe we’d gotten to this moment.
Despite my initial worry about us taking things too far, I wanted nothing more than to bury myself deep inside her. But before I did that, I wanted to touch and taste her until she was screaming my name.
With my gaze on hers, my hands slid from Mya’s waist up over her ribcage. As I grazed her breasts, her breath hitched. Instead of claiming them with my hands and mouth as I wanted, I continued working my hands to the neckline of her dress.Gripping the fabric between my fingers, I asked, “Can I see you now?”
Surprise flashed in her eyes. “You’re asking permission?”
“I want to stay connected with you in each and every moment. This is about your comfort as much as it is about your pleasure.”
“You really are a class act, aren’t you?”
“I’m a class act who wants to fuck you hard and dirty.”
Mya grinned. “A Filthy Prince Charming.”
“That sounds more like it.”
