head and resumed the body-trembling, soul-shattering, earth-shaking kiss.
Before she could consider her actions, she began gyrating against his knee, thrusting almost subconsciously. She needed—wanted—so much more.
His fingers drifted from her hair to her face as his palms cupped her cheeks. He drew back a few inches until they were looking at each other. Neither of them spoke, yet Sara felt like they said volumes. His expression mirrored her own feelings, and she took comfort in the knowledge that he was as blown away as she was.
“I…” Once again, she faltered.
What the hell am I supposed to say now?
She wanted him desperately, almost painfully. But this was Kellan, her cocky boss, her infuriating friend. She wasn’t supposed to want him. It was stupid to want him.
“Sara.” It was clear he didn’t intend to say more. He didn’t have to. Her name sounded like a prayer on his lips, and it sparked something inside of her, something animalistic and feral.
Oh, God. This is bad.
She grabbed his face and pulled him toward her, initiating the kiss as she thrust against his leg harder. Kellan was right. Two years was too fucking long.
Overwhelmed with sexual frustration, she leaned forward and bit Kellan’s neck. He reared back.
Great. Way to piss off the hot guy helping you get off, Sara.
Of course, Kellan never responded the way she anticipated. He gave her a wicked grin that had her pussy clenching almost painfully. “Careful, Scrubs. I bite back.” His voice was deep and dangerous.
“I need…” She gasped. Despite her fast, somewhat out of control, humping of his leg, she couldn’t get where she wanted to go. She needed to come.
Like, holy hell, right now.
Kellan pulled his leg away, and she cried out angrily. Before she could demand he resume the position, he had the hem of her skirt shoved around her waist and her panties down around her ankles. “Kick them off.”
With little grace, she managed to toe off the thong. She’d worn it hoping it would be seen by her blind date, thinking it would incite some sort of desire. Kellan hadn’t given it a passing glance. Apparently he didn’t need sexy lingerie to turn him on.
His fingers stroked between her thighs. She’d never been this wet in her life. She opened her legs, allowing him better access. She wanted him to touch everything.
He pressed three fingers deep inside her as his thumb caressed her clit.
“Ohmigod,” she gasped. It was like the man had the playbook to her body. He crooked his middle finger inside, finding that spot, that magical spot, that never failed to send shivers up and down her spine. She gripped his upper arms as her head rested against the door at her back.
Kellan didn’t hold back anything, didn’t rush her or the moment. His fingers moved deeper, slowly building up speed, the pressure growing until her whole world spiraled down to just a single pinprick of light. All she could do was hold on to him as a thousand flashes of lightning struck all at once.
She shattered, and her body jerked like a ragdoll in a tornado. Her vision went black, though her eyes were still wide open.
“Kellan. Please.” Sara had no idea what she was begging for. Perhaps support. For a second, she feared she’d fall, her legs too weak to hold her.
He placed his arms around her back and under her knees, and then she was weightless.
When she opened her eyes, two things occurred to her simultaneously. One, she was fairly certain she’d just blacked out, and two, she was in Kellan’s arms, cradled against his chest, her hands wrapped around his neck.
“I…” She had no clue where she was going with that statement, so she tried again with even less success. “That…”
It’s official. I’m a babbling idiot.
She was slightly embarrassed about the fact he was holding her. “Did I faint?”
Kellan chuckled. “I’m pretty sure you just lost your balance, but let’s go with that passing out story. Makes me sound like a total stud.”
Though she would never admit as much to him, he had definitely earned those bragging rights. Fortunately, his cocky tone helped her regain her wits.
“Put me down, you jackass.” Her voice was too weak, too breathless to pack the punch she’d hoped for. Somehow she needed to find a way to get them back into familiar territory.
As always, Kellan took no offense to her name-calling. “You’re coming home with me tonight, Sara.”
She’d come to the ladies’ room intent on girding her loins, finding the strength to refuse