Seducing The Boss (Pulse #2) - Mari Carr Page 0,23

a damn long time, Scrubs.”

“Be serious.”

“I am,” he insisted. “Why can’t you understand that marriage isn’t for everyone? There are lots of different lifestyle options out there. Women who don’t want kids. Men who want to marry other men. And people who simply don’t want to get married at all. Look at my life. I’m living the dream here. Good job, great house and friends, and the option to spend my nights alone or”—he pointed to her—“to spend them with a beautiful woman who talks too much and asks way too many questions.”

Sara could get used to hearing she was beautiful. Her ex had never been one to throw around a lot of compliments, whereas Kellan had no problem telling her she looked pretty. She’d never considered herself the type of person who needed someone’s praise or approval, but it felt damn good to hear it just the same.

“So,” she said, leaning close enough that her breasts brushed against Kellan’s arm, “Are you sure you don’t want to cut our weekend short to take Veronica up on her offer? I could always just leave now.” She’d cut off his dick if he said yes.

“You don’t have a car.”

“I have the Uber app on my phone.” She moved away, pretending to look around the room for her cell.

Kellan reached out to capture her wrist at lightning speed. “You aren’t going anywhere.”

His deep-voiced assertion had her going damp in seconds. God, she needed to get a grip on her hormones.

“I can leave any time I want.” She wasn’t sure why she felt compelled to argue this point. She sure as hell didn’t intend to leave. He’d promised her another night, a few more fantasies, and given his track record, at least half a dozen more orgasms.

“Get back in bed, Sara.” Damn him and that demanding tone.

She crawled next to him, far too pleased that he’d chosen her over Veronica. If she took a few minutes to think about that, she would probably pick up her phone and call the damn cab. Her emotions were traveling down dark and dangerous paths.

Instead, Kellan rendered her brainless with that sexy, hungry look that told her shit was about to get real.

He growled at the T-shirt, tugging it over her head. “What part of ‘naked’ are you struggling with this weekend?”

She rolled to her back, trying to drag him over her, without responding. Sara had never considered herself a sexual person, but there was something about Kellan that had her body humming constantly. One look or sexy comment and she was ready to roll.

Kellan caged her beneath him.

She lifted her face, her eyes drifting closed as his lips touched hers. A girl could get seriously addicted to Kellan’s kisses. They were deadly to her self-control, poison to that tiny part of her that insisted she keep her feelings for him in check.

If this weekend had stayed just about sex, it would be easier. But he was chiseling away at the wall around her heart. She knew it wasn’t intentional. God, if he realized the protective shield was crumbling, he’d call a halt to the whole thing right now.

So she pretended she was fine, told herself she wasn’t falling under Kellan’s spell. Maybe if she repeated that mantra enough, she’d convince herself it was true.

Kellan’s lips ventured away from hers, scorching a trail along her neck and down to her chest. She hissed when he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. Kellan didn’t even attempt to restrain himself or take it easy on her.

She moved slightly, her body shifting into overdrive. Her brain disengaged in moments like this, and she existed only on sensation. On doing whatever it took to grab more. More pleasure, more pain, more friction. More everything.

When he traveled lower, his tongue caressing her stomach, she was transported to that place he’d shown her last night. She was weightless in this realm, floating, flying.

Kellan nipped her clit. Her hands flew to his head, her fingers threading through his thick, dark hair. It felt good to be able to touch him.

While she’d enjoyed his bondage more than she could say, there was something very satisfying about being able to participate, to tighten her grip on his hair until he…

There it was. That sexy grunt that told her he liked it rough.

He’d just lifted his head, clearly ready for more when her stomach growled. Loudly.

Yeah. That was totally sexy.

“Sorry,” she murmured. “I’m sort of starving.”

“That’s my fault. I’m not being a very good host,