his words unspoken, choosing to let his actions do the talking.
He stroked her with his tongue, enjoying the way it made Sara squirm. There wasn’t a deceptive bone in the woman’s body. Kellan appreciated how genuine and honest her responses were. She didn’t try to hide her pleasure, didn’t attempt to appear cool or sophisticated. If she liked what he did, she let him know.
He continued to play with her clit for a few minutes before wrapping his lips around the tight nub and sucking.
Sara jerked roughly. “Oh. Oh. God, that feels…”
Kellan sucked harder as he pressed a single finger inside her. She was tight and wet. He’d appreciated both those facts earlier. He couldn’t wait to take her, to feel her clench and flutter against his dick.
But that had to wait. No one had ever gone down on her. Kellan intended to make amends for the shortcomings of every idiot lover she’d ever taken to her bed.
He grasped her legs, placing her knees over his shoulders. Then he added a second finger to the first.
“Kellan.”
He glanced up as she dropped down, resting her weight on her elbows. Her chest rose and fell faster as her breathing increased. She was close. Really close.
Orgasms looked good on her. And after two years of celibacy, she was obviously ready to make up for lost time.
Kellan removed his fingers, replacing them with his tongue. Her legs tightened against his head in response. If he hadn’t been preoccupied, he might have laughed. While she wasn’t a virgin, she certainly acted like one. Kellan would have thought that would turn him off, but he was more aroused—hornier—than he’d been in years.
He liked pushing her limits, provoking her surprised reactions.
She’d fallen back onto the bed completely, her hands gripping his duvet tightly by her waist. “I think…I might…”
She was almost there. Already. He leaned away briefly to press his finger into her once more. Her hips lifted to meet him, to drive him in deeper, but he only gave her a couple shallow thrusts. Then he returned, fucking her with his tongue again.
Once he’d driven her back to the edge of the cliff, he increased the speed, the pressure.
She cried out loudly as she came. Kellan leaned back on his haunches to watch as her body writhed in pleasure and she called out his name.
“Kellan.”
His heart stuttered, missed a beat or three, at the image of Sara lying on his bed. She looked good there. Like she belonged.
He blew out a long breath and shook that thought loose. He’d made it clear to her that this was just sex, nothing more. Actually, that deal was standard protocol for him these days. He didn’t like messy entanglements. As long as he kept things upfront, simple, and short, he was able to enjoy the company of the women he brought to his bed.
But she was different. Kellan hadn’t seriously considered that fact when he’d made the offer back at Score. With other women, sex was easy because there were no emotions attached. Sara was his friend. He cared about her.
He wasn’t sure how long he sat there looking at her, but something in his expression must have given him away.
“Hey.” Sara captured his attention. “You okay?”
He frowned and then forced himself to give her an out. If he was struggling with these unwanted emotions, perhaps she was feeling the same. “Sara. If this gets to be too much for you—”
“No.” She shook her head. “It’s fine, Kell. One weekend, and then status quo on Monday.”
“Status quo,” he repeated, determined to follow through on that promise. Then, he rose and slowly began to remove his clothing. When his shirt hit the ground, he realized she was watching. He grinned as he unfastened his belt and pants, shoving them and his boxers off in one fell swoop.
Sara sat up, her gaze taking in everything he’d just bared. Her appreciative look flattered him more than he cared to admit. He was a regular at the gym, and he watched what he ate. He’d seen too many of his friends pack on the pounds after marriage, or because of stress at work. He refused to join their ranks.
When her eyes drifted lower and lingered, he gave her something to look at, taking his dick in his hand and stroking it.
She licked her lips invitingly.
“Don’t look at me like that or you’ll finish what you started in the car.”
Sara crooked her finger, trying to entice him closer. “That was sort of the idea.”
He