thanks. Do you want to discuss what kind of roles we’d play?”
He grinned. “I’d hate to make all those decisions now. We need to save some surprises for later.”
Sara tried not to smile. It was clear she still considered this all just a game. If only she knew exactly how serious he was. “So,” she said at last. “There’s my list. What would you like to do?”
He had her in just the right state of mind, so he decided to go for broke. If her third request had been as vanilla as the first two, he would have lied, but as it was…
“I want sex in public. I want to tie you up in bed and fuck you. And I want to pull you over my lap and spank that sexy ass of yours.”
Her mouth was open. He sensed she wanted to speak, but no sound emerged.
“I…” she whispered, finally finding her words. “I don’t think we can do all that in one night.”
She raised a valid point. And now that the expectations were there, lying between them, Kellan wasn’t willing to chop anything from the list. He wanted it all. “You’re right. We can’t. So the parameters have changed. You’re going to go home with me tonight and stay there until Sunday. Our one-night stand is now a weekend thing.”
Silence hovered between them, but Kellan didn’t seek to fill it this time. The more they talked, the more resolved he was. She wasn’t going home alone tonight.
Sara wasn’t impulsive by nature. She reasoned things out and made educated, well-informed decisions. It was another major difference in their personalities. It wasn’t unusual for him to drop everything and fly to Vegas for an evening just because he felt like taking in a show and hitting the tables.
“I need a moment.” She looked over her shoulder toward the back of the bar. “I need to go to the ladies’ room.”
She was going to say no. He could see it in the stiffness of her shoulders, the wariness in her gaze. She intended to escape for a few minutes to batten down her hatches and return with a rejection.
Kellan waited until she was halfway between him and the ladies’ room. Then he stood up and followed her.
She underestimated him.
And after tonight, she wouldn’t make that mistake again.
Chapter Two
Sara was relieved when she found the bathroom unoccupied. She wanted to lock herself in, get her shit together, and then get the hell out of this bar. She must be more depressed—or horny—than she realized if she was seriously considering Kellan’s offer.
There was one thing she had always been certain of in her life—that she would never be one of the faceless women who made a brief appearance in Kellan James’s bed.
She had just turned to throw the lock on the door when it flew open. She scowled when Kellan barged in.
“What the hell are you doing?”
He didn’t bother to reply. Instead, he shifted, twisting them until she was pushed against the door and caged between his arms. It was a dominant, I dare you to say no move. Something right out of an erotic romance novel.
It’s hot as shit.
She opened her mouth to repeat her question, but Kellan cut her off, his lips landing on hers in a hard kiss.
Sara was stunned, shocked…aroused.
Jesus.
“Say yes, Sara. Tell me you want this.” She’d never heard that tone in Kellan’s voice, determination laced with just a touch of desperation. It spoke to her.
She nodded, unable to reply. She was having trouble breathing.
Her acquiescence set him free. He pushed his knee between her legs, pressing against her heat as his lips took hers once more. His hands were tangled in her hair, his grip tight, sexy.
No man had ever taken such thorough and complete control of her. Yet Kellan had done it within seconds.
Sara reached for his shoulders, and for one brief moment, she considered shoving him away.
This is wrong? Right?
Then—fortunately—her brain engaged. Or maybe it disengaged. This was the single hottest kiss of her life. Why on earth would she stop?
Her tongue found his, and he groaned into her mouth, a hungry, almost feral sound. Passionate. The idea that she could make Kellan feel this way was heady, dizzying. Wonderful.
“Kellan,” she whispered when he pulled away briefly, granting them only a few seconds to suck in some much-needed air. She didn’t have a clue what she meant to say next, but he didn’t give her the chance to finish.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Sara.” Kellan bent his