Skin Deep (Station Seventeen #1)(58)

“Not so bad,” she agreed. “Is this the way to your bedroom?”

“Nope.” A few more steps with nothing to lead them but the ambient light filtering in through the two floor-to-ceiling windows on the far side of the room, and damn, how could he see so well in the dark?

Impatient, Isabella tried again. “Funny, I didn’t take you for a sex in the kitchen kind of guy.”

“As a matter of fact, I have very sturdy countertops. But that’s not where we’re going.”

“Kellan—”

“Relax.” He came to a stop in front of the pair of windows. “This is where I wanted to take you.”

“We’re in your living room.” Although the apartment was still as dark as when they’d entered, the twinkling lights from the city below allowed her to make out the silhouette of the basics—a couch, a flat screen TV, and a pair of bookshelves shrouded in the shadows behind them.

“Mmm hmm.” Walker tugged her closer, making her heart race. Lowering his mouth over hers, he coaxed her lips open, and she nearly got lost in the magnetic power of his kiss.

Nearly. “Do you really want to do this in front of your windows?” Isabella asked, something odd jangling in the very bottom of her stomach.

“Don’t tell me you’re secretly harboring a shy streak.” His dark brows raised just enough to make her laugh, and she tipped her head toward the thick panes of glass.

“Hardly. But there are no curtains at all. Anyone could see in.”

There was a pretty big difference in not being shy and not wanting some pervy passerby to snap cell phone photos of her in a compromising position. She might be on her own time, but she was still a cop.

Still, Kellan seemed undaunted. “Anyone who? We’re standing in the dark, four stories up, and there’s no building directly across the street. I have extensive tactical training as a sniper. Vantage points are my thing, and I’m here to tell you, no one could see us right now, even if they wanted to. We can do whatever we want in front of the whole damned city, and no one would see a thing.”

“Oh.” A dark thrill surprised her by rippling the length of her spine. “I guess you’re right.”

“Mmm,” Kellan said, sending her surprise into a double as he swung her body to face the glass, then stepped in to press his chest to her back. “You don’t like to let people see you, do you?”

Isabella’s heart knocked a warning against her ribs. But the adrenaline still left in her system coupled with the fact that even he couldn’t see her face right now, and they both made her admit the truth. “No.”

“You have the perfect cover up here. You can do anything—feel everything—and no one will see you. No one will know.”

Kellan dropped his mouth to her neck at the same time she melted against him, his hard chest and even harder erection flush against the back of her body. Squeezing her thighs together did nothing to ease her throbbing clit, and she thrust back against the ridge of his cock to try and quell the ache.

His breath hitched at her ear, but only for a second before he circled an arm around her hips to stay her movements. “Nice try, but we’re still going slow. You smell tropical, like coconuts. Has anyone ever told you?”

A shock of laughter startled her. “No. It’s my body lotion.”

“It’s all of you,” Kellan countered. “And you suck in your breath every time I kiss you right”—he paused, grazing his mouth over the juncture where her neck met her shoulder—“here. It’s very sexy.”

Isabella exhaled, her skin still tingling with residual pleasure from the soft scrape of his stubble on her overly sensitive skin. “I do that because it feels…” Yes, yes, yes. “Really good.”

He lingered there for a minute longer before sliding his jacket from her body and focusing his attention on her shoulder blade, then the center of her back. Kissing his way down her spine, he dropped to his knees behind her.

“You remember what I said? About how I’m going to make you come with my fingers and my mouth?”

All she could manage past the slamming of her heart was a broken nod.

“Good. Open up for me, Isabella.” He slid both hands up the length of her thighs, lifting her skirt higher and nudging her feet apart. “Let me in.”

She complied without thought. Widening her stance, she shifted her weight, planting both feet on the floorboards. The leverage of her stilettos kept her anchored in place, and Kellan made a dark sound of approval from behind her.

“Now put your hands on the glass.”

The bare scrap of Isabella’s brain left for logical thinking knew this should be awkward. They were fully dressed and barely touching, not even close to being face to face. But the fact that he couldn’t see her, that she was truly hidden in plain sight, made her hotter than she’d ever been.

She flattened her palms against the window in front of her, her pussy clenching at the heat of Kellan’s exhale on her thighs.

“That’s it. Lean forward,” he said, allowing her space to bend slightly at the waist. The thin material of her thong slid easily over the slick wetness between her legs, and Isabella couldn’t hold back her moan at the pleasure the friction sent deep into her core.

Kellan slipped his palms farther up her thighs, not stopping until her skirt was bunched around her hips. “Christ, woman. I could spend all night just looking at your pretty ass.”