Skin Deep (Station Seventeen #1)(59)

At her whimper, he chuffed out a laugh, his breath coasting over the small of her back. “Don’t worry. I don’t want to go that slow. Come here and let me give you what you need.”

Without another word, he hooked his thumbs around the thin strings holding her panties in place over her hips, pulling them down in a slow glide. Isabella’s clit ached with the need to be touched, her nipples turning to tight points as they hardened in anticipation, and Kellan cupped her ass with both hands, angling his shoulders against the hot, needy space between her legs.

And then his mouth was on her sex from behind her, and she forgot how to breathe.

“Ah.” The gasp tore from her throat on a wordless noise, and Isabella arched, desperate for deeper contact.

Although Kellan didn’t draw back, he also didn’t give her what she was after. “Easy. Let me get to know you.” He slid his tongue along the seam of her body, testing her folds with soft flutters and firmer flicks. “Let me find what you want.”

Sensations crashed through Isabella’s body—dirty, needful, sweet—one right after the other. But Kellan refused to rush, giving her no choice but to slow down and feel each one. He licked and tasted, learning her pussy with his mouth while he spread her wider and explored with his fingers. Heat built in a steady demand between her thighs as he kissed her over and over, until finally, Isabella curled her fingers into the window in front of her.

“Oh God,” she moaned, her inner muscles tensing with delicious pressure as Kellan pushed his tongue deeper inside.

“There.” He did it again, then one more time, and she was helpless against her sigh in response. “That makes you want to come, doesn’t it?”

Another slow thrust of his tongue, and every part of Isabella’s body trembled with awareness. “Yes.”

“Then I’m not stopping until you do.”

Shifting slightly, Kellan wrapped an arm around the front of her hip, dipping two fingers to circle her clit while he worked her pussy from behind with his mouth. The thrusts of his tongue grew deeper, faster, and her breath pushed out in shorter bursts, fogging the glass. She closed her eyes, concentrating on his fingers and the wicked pleasure of his mouth as he fucked her with his tongue.

And he was right. Isabella felt him everywhere.

“Kellan.” Release spiraled, bright and hot between her hips, but he didn’t hold back.

“I’m right here, sweetheart. No one can see you. Go ahead and let go.”

Her orgasm crashed into her, stealing her breath and making her cry out all at once. Waves of pleasure rolled over her from the inside out, and oh God, they seemed to last forever, making her legs shake and her heart slam and her body feel totally brand new. After every last tremor had been wrung from inside of her, Kellan slowed his movements, righting her dress over her hips as he pushed to his feet behind her.

“Jesus. Isabella, you are—”

“Not even close to done.”

She pivoted just in time to see surprise take hold of his features, his eyes widening in the city light filtering up from below. But they’d done things his way, with him in control of her pleasure.

Now she was going to return the favor.

With a bold smile, Isabella pressed up to kiss him, tracing the curve of his bottom lip with her tongue. “What, you thought I’d let you have all the fun?”

“Sorry, did you not just have fun?” The corners of his mouth lifted into a cocky smirk. “Because you sounded like—”

“Yes.” She kissed him again, arousal rebuilding in her belly at the primal, earthy taste of sex on his mouth. “I know what I sounded like. But you had me nice and slow. Now I want you.”

Kellan pulled her close. “I want you, too.”

“No. I want you. I want you fast.” Isabella pulled her dress over her head. “I want you hard.” One twist of her wrist, and her bra followed. “And I want you inside me, right now.”

He took a step back, his up-and-down stare as palpable as a touch raking over her naked skin. “You are the hottest fucking woman I have ever seen. C’mere.”

Grabbing her by the hands, Kellan cut a direct path to what turned out to be his sofa. He undressed in just a few economical moves, his shirt and shoes and pants landing who knew where, and finally, he stood in front of her in nothing more than a pair of black boxer briefs.

“Oh.” Isabella’s throat worked over a swallow. Holy shit, he was beautiful, all chiseled shoulders and flat abs. The dark, scrolling edges of a tattoo spanned one arm from the bottom of his shoulder to his biceps, and her fingers ached with the urge to touch him, to learn him by heart the way he’d uncovered her.

But she was going to have to take the scenic route next time, because right now, what Isabella really wanted was to fuck him.

Wrapping one arm around Kellan’s shoulder, she lowered her free hand over the tightly bunched muscles covering his midsection. Although his chest was mostly smooth, her fingers rasped over a crisp trail of dark hair leading down toward his low-slung waistband, and a fresh wave of desire bloomed between her legs.

That desire made Isabella’s mouth water as soon as her hand skimmed over his cock.

“Isabella,” Kellan grated, thrusting into her touch.

She didn’t deny him. “Shhh,” she whispered, stroking him with firm intention. “It’s okay if you want to let go, too. Go on, Kellan.” She slid his boxer briefs lower to palm his cock, hot skin on skin. “Lose control a little.”