hell for?”
“Answering the door dressed like that.”
“Listen, Kell—”
“I’m not going to give you a safe word. If you want me to stop, just say so, and I will.”
“Safe word? What do you—” She broke off as he pushed the T-shirt to her waist, revealing her bare ass. His hand had landed two firm slaps before she managed to grip his leg in an attempt to shove herself up.
He used one hand to hold her head down, while he peppered her ass with smacks—some light, some stinging, some that she would feel for a little while.
“Kellan.” She was struggling harder now, but the petite woman didn’t stand a chance against him. Even so, he paused.
“I haven’t heard the word stop, Sara.”
She hesitated, and he decided to use it to his advantage. Kellan pushed his hand between her legs, his fingers dipping inside. She was wet, and her quiet groan told him exactly what he needed to know.
She wasn’t going to tell him to stop.
He pressed three fingers deep, enjoying the way she clenched around him. He thrust them in and out, stoking the flames as Sara thrashed, silently demanding more.
Just as she became accustomed to the rhythm, he withdrew and added two more slaps to her pink ass. He didn’t hold back any of his strength. Rather than resist, this time, she appeared to enjoy it.
“Please.”
“Please what, Sara?”
She still had an iron grip on his lounge pants as she wiggled wildly, seeking stimulation.
“More. I nee—”
Her words were cut off by the gasp he provoked when he thrust his fingers back into her. He curled them, seeking—and finding—the same spot he’d discovered last night. Now, like then, it did the trick. Her body began to gyrate as she pushed toward him, seeking more. There was nothing sexier than watching Sara react to his touches, listening to her little squeaks and cries and moans. She didn’t hold anything back, letting him see and feel it all. He couldn’t deny she was damn good for his ego.
Sara screamed as she came. As she finished and lay still over his lap, he stroked her bare back, whispering the kind of words he’d never felt compelled to say before.
“You’re so beautiful, Sara. Sweet. Perfect.”
She sighed almost sleepily, her body limp across him, completely relaxed.
Then he considered the pain she’d suffered at the hands of a man who clearly hadn’t deserved her. “David was an idiot. A total jerk.” She breathed out a laugh, compelling him to add, “A fucking loser.”
There was something about the way Sara gave herself to him—freely, without constraint or pretense—that was far more arousing than he cared to admit.
A man could get used to this. Breakfast. Hot sex. Laughter in bed. He shut those thoughts down quickly.
When Sara began to stir, he helped her rise. She wobbled on shaky legs, so he pulled her into his lap instead, cradling her there until she regained her strength.
When she finally spoke, the tone and words were pure Sara. No nonsense, honest, funny.
“Well, that was unexpected. Slightly mortifying, but totally hot.”
He chuckled, and she gave him a glare that he couldn’t even begin to take seriously.
“By the way, my ass hurts.”
“If you’re expecting an apology, you’re destined for disappointment. Not only am I not sorry, I’m hoping you do something else that pisses me off so I can do it again.”
Her brows lifted haughtily. “Hate to break it to you, but if that’s your idea of punishment, you missed the mark by about a mile.”
Kellan kissed her. Kissing had never figured into sex quite so heavily for him, but he was unable to resist the taste of her, the way she went soft in his arms, the feeling of her hands wrapped around his neck.
He had intended to keep the kiss simple, chaste even, but with Sara that was impossible. She twisted until she straddled his lap.
His cock was hard and aching, a fact that must have been unquestionable in their current position. Sara pressed against his covered dick and began to rock.
They reached the point of no return in about two point seven seconds. He broke the kiss off.
“Give me thirty seconds.”
She tilted her head, giving him a quizzical look.
“Condoms are in the bedroom.”
“Oh. Some playboy you are. Sort of figured you’d have a box in every room.”
He would have laughed at her joke if he weren’t in such a hurry to move things to the next level.
Sara didn’t help matters as she stood slowly, clearly not happy about giving up her place. He