inside her as Sara urged him on, still demanding more. He gave her everything she asked for and then some.
When his balls constricted almost painfully, he gave in. Stroking her clit with his thumb, he pushed Sara back into the abyss within seconds. And this time, he joined her there.
Kellan remained inside her, buried deep, struggling to regain his wits.
What the fuck was that?
He was no stranger to sex, or even mind-blowing climaxes, but that…holy shit. That was an entirely different drug. And he was already addicted.
“Okay?” he whispered.
She nodded. “I can’t believe we did that.”
He grinned. “Regrets already?”
Kellan had meant his words as a joke, but clearly Sara feared she’d upset him. She shook her head quickly. “No. Not at all. I’m never going to regret that.”
Neither was he.
He felt as if he should give those words back to her, but they got jammed in his throat. Confusion, and maybe a little bit of fear, kept him quiet.
Instead, they simply lay there, both of them working to catch their breath.
After several minutes, he withdrew slowly, enjoying the way Sara shuddered, the feeling of her muscles clenching as if to hold him inside. He reached up to untie her. Once she was free, he rubbed her shoulders, making sure she didn’t suffer any lingering pain from the bondage.
Sara was so still and quiet, he thought she’d drifted off to sleep, so he rose from the bed.
“Where are you going?” she whispered.
“I just need to clean up. I’ll be right back.” He discarded the condom in the bathroom and splashed some water on his face before returning to the bedroom. Sara was curled up, sound asleep, her face pressed against his pillow.
The sight of her there should have brought him to his senses, should have evoked some sense of panic, right?
He recalled the conversation he’d had with Josh just before he left the bar tonight.
“She’s leaving with you? Is she too drunk to drive herself home?” Josh had asked.
“She’s not drunk, asshole, and stop looking at her like that. You’re going to scare her off.”
“Call me in the morning. I’m going to need a status report.”
Kellan had scowled and disregarded the request. “Fuck off. I don’t kiss and tell.”
“The fuck you don’t.”
“You okay to get yourself home?”
Josh had glanced over his shoulder at the blonde, the two of them pretending she wasn’t hanging on their every word. “Yeah. I’m good.”
Kellan had started to walk away, but Josh had stopped him with a hand on his arm. “You sure about this, man? I mean, it’s Sara.”
Until that moment, there hadn’t been an ounce of doubt in Kellan’s mind that he and Sara would come home, have some fun between the sheets and life would return to normal on Monday.
Now, as the night replayed in his mind, he remembered the way Sara came apart in his arms in the bathroom. How sweet her kisses tasted. The sadness in her eyes at the table as she asked him what was wrong with her.
This weekend would be about that. About wiping that look away for good. By the time she left his bedroom, Sara would be armed with the confidence and knowledge to find a man worthy of her.
He climbed beneath the covers, sighing contentedly, exhaustion coming to claim him fast. He glanced over to where Sara lay next to him. Everything about tonight—with her—had been a surprise. A fun, unexpected gift.
Kellan smiled as his eyes drifted closed, Sara’s face the last thing he saw.
…
When Kellan awoke, the first thing he noticed was that his bed was empty. The second was the smell of bacon drifting down the hall. He rose and threw on a pair of sweats before venturing toward the kitchen.
He paused at the doorway, grinning as Sara stood in front of the stove cooking breakfast in one of his T-shirts. Her hair was mussed in a well-fucked way. She’d obviously made no effort to fix it or her makeup. Most of his lovers would rather die than let him see their morning-after hair.
“Good morning,” he said as he entered the room. “Breakfast?”
She flashed him a friendly grin that quickly morphed into a look of disapproval. “There was no food in your refrigerator.”
He shrugged casually. “I don’t cook, so I eat out.”
“Every meal?”
Kellan nodded. He worked long hours at the hospital. It wasn’t unusual for him to take all three meals in either the cafeteria or at one of the local restaurants surrounding the campus. The majority of his meals were consumed at