Seducing The Boss (Pulse #2) - Mari Carr Page 0,27

his head to kiss her. Sweet, warm, gentle kisses. Every other time they’d come together, it had been sex. There had been no mistaking that.

This time was different. It was fun and playful. And while it was less intense than the previous times, it felt more serious.

The movie still played, the orchestra soundtrack and lightsabers clashing adding to the romantic ambiance. Everything about this moment fit. It worked.

He slowly lifted his hips and set a slow, easy pace. Typically, she got lost in the quick, overwhelming bursts of pleasure produced when he took her hard and fast. This time was no less potent. She trembled with every nuance, every touch, every sensation as it blossomed. She gripped his shoulders, shocked by how quickly he’d driven her to the peak, the point of no return.

“I can’t—”

“Shhh,” he soothed her. “Let go, Sara. It’s okay. I’m there, too.”

His words were as deadly as his kisses. Her back arched off the couch as she gave in to the orgasm. They came together, their bodies straining to remain connected even after the tremors had subsided.

Kellan made no move to leave her body. Instead, he showered her with more of those beautiful kisses.

Sara wasn’t sure what to say. What to think. It was one of the most beautiful, special, amazing moments of her life. And her heart ached.

“I—” Kellan began. He stopped short, his face just inches from hers, his eyes serious.

Love you.

He didn’t say that. Sara wasn’t even sure if that was what he intended to say. But she filled in the silence that followed with those words. Because they were what she wanted to hear.

God help me.

Whatever he’d planned to say, never came. With a sweet smile, he pushed away, falling to her side and pulling her against his chest once more as the movie credits rolled and the strains of the orchestra playing the Star Wars soundtrack filled the room.

“Score one for the rebellion,” he joked several minutes later as he turned the TV off. It was clear neither of them intended to say anything more, and they definitely weren’t moving to the bedroom any time soon.

She closed her eyes and lay there in silence, listening as his breathing slowed to that of a man in a deep sleep, Han Solo’s voice echoing in her head.

I’ve got a very bad feeling about this.

Chapter Five

Kellan squinted against the light streaming in through his window, Monday coming way too early. He’d forgotten to pull the curtains closed last night. He glanced at his clock, jerking awake when he realized it was nearly eight o’clock. He and Sara had overslept. He’d promised to drive her back to Score to retrieve her car.

The original plan had been for him to return her to her car last night, but he’d convinced her to give him one more night. Not that she’d been very hard to convince. He had simply slid down her body, sucked her clit into his mouth, and told her she was staying.

She’d yelled out her agreement, then come. Hard.

It was no wonder they’d slept late.

What a weekend.

Turning, he was surprised to find the bed empty. He rose, grimacing slightly at his hard-on. They didn’t have time for a quickie before work, but apparently his dick hadn’t gotten that message.

He padded to the bathroom, but Sara wasn’t there, either. As he traveled through the hallway to the kitchen, he realized he wouldn’t find her in the house. It was too quiet. Too still. And he missed her instantly.

He’d never felt lonely in his own house before.

He spotted the note on the kitchen counter as soon as he entered the room. She’d propped the notepad up against the coffeepot, clearly aware that was one of the first places he’d venture upon waking. The rich scent of the freshly brewed coffee told him she’d made a pot before leaving. It was a thoughtful, kind gesture, which didn’t help his current state of mind.

Her note was short and to the point. It simply said she’d called a cab to take her back to her car and thanked him for a wonderful weekend.

While Kellan had insisted the weekend was merely about sex, there was something about her impersonal farewell that pissed him off and, well, quite frankly, hurt his feelings. Rubbing his hand over his jaw, he took a deep breath and tried to calm down. Tried to make some sense of why his gut ached.

It was sex. Had to be. He was going to find her when he