Skin Deep (Station Seventeen #1)(75)

Isabella nodded in agreement, and hell, this woman was perfect. “Your bedroom’s this way?” she asked, pointing down the hallway to the right.

“Yeah. I’ve got the main room and the kitchen.”

“Okay. I’ll take the rest,” she said, turning back to give him one last kiss. “Just do me a favor and don’t dawdle.”

Kellan kissed her back just as hard. “Believe me, sweetheart. That is the last thing on my mind.”

He moved through his apartment, checking both the kitchen and main living space with fast, methodical precision. While the interruption and distance might have killed the mood under different circumstances, he found himself shocked to discover that the wait to have Isabella only heightened his want and turned him on more.

At least, until she didn’t come out of his bedroom.

“Moreno?” Dread pushed his pulse faster against this throat. Coiling his muscles and preparing to strike, Kellan inhaled soundlessly, slipping past the door with his senses on high alert.

And then he caught sight of her, and his heartbeat sped up for a whole different reason.

“Hey.” Isabella looked at him from the center of his bed, where she lay across the comforter in nothing but a lacy black bra and a matching pair of panties. “Your bedroom’s clear. Took you long enough.”

A chuckle rumbled up from his chest. “You’re going to pay for that.”

Her reply rode out over a sassy smile that made him think a thousand dirty things about her mouth. “I certainly hope so. Now come here and take off my panties.”

Kellan whipped his shirt over his head and kicked off his boots, discarding both on the floorboards at the foot of his bed. But as much as part of him was tempted to finish losing his clothes so he could lose his mind in the tight, hot space between Isabella’s legs, a deeper, more instinctive part of him paused.

“No.”

“What?” Her brows shot up, her spine straightening against his bed pillows.

But he didn’t recant. “No.”

Moving to the side of the bed, he took her in with a lingering gaze. Her lush curves surrendered to the black lace that cradled them, dusky brown nipples just visible beneath the fabric, and Kellan barely fought the urge to taste them as he slid in next to her on the mattress.

He kissed her neck, cupping one breast lightly in his palm. “I didn’t spend a lot of time here the other night because I was in such a hurry to fuck you.”

Letting go of a moan that nearly wrecked him, Isabella canted her hips in a touch-seeking thrust. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“It’s not a bad thing that I wanted to be inside you,” Kellan agreed, skimming a thumb over her nipple, a bolt of wicked satisfaction laddering up his spine as it tightened to a stiff point behind the lace. She was so responsive, so brash in taking exactly what she wanted, and hell if that didn’t make him want to slow down and touch her all the more. “But now I want to make up for my oversight.”

Another moan, and she trailed a hand over the flat of her belly. “Don’t make me start without you.”

The thought of Isabella slipping her fingers beneath that tiny triangle of lace to make herself come sent a hard ache from the base of his spine to his balls. “Go right ahead.”

Her mouth parted in a soft O, prompting Kellan to lean in and taste her surprise. “What?” she asked.

He bit down on her bottom lip with just enough pressure to skirt the boundary between pleasure and pain. “I’m about to turn you on in ways you’ve only imagined before now. You don’t really think I’m going to tell you no if you want to return the favor.”

“You want to watch me touch myself?” Her fingers inched lower, down past the indent of her belly button, and clearly, she was warm to the idea.

Kellan grasped her hand and placed it directly between her legs, because he was fucking incendiary for the idea. “Yes. I want to see exactly how you need to be touched.”

“What else do you want?” Isabella pushed her hips up in a slow glide, her fingers pressing against her lace-covered sex.

He bit back a groan. Jesus, she had no idea how hot her tenacity was. “I want to take this off”—he dipped his head to the slim line of her shoulder, running his tongue along the ink-colored ribbon of her bra—“so I can learn your gorgeous tits with my hands and my mouth, just like I did with your pussy the other night.”

Her back arched, and Kellan didn’t wait for another invitation. Moving his hand to the back of her rib cage, he found the delicate clasp nestled between her shoulder blades, freeing it with a quick turn of his wrist. Isabella looked at him, just a second’s worth of sweetness in her milk chocolate eyes as she slipped the lace from her body.

Gorgeous didn’t even touch this woman.

He looked back at her, wanting to memorize every nuance and curve. The way her hair framed her face and shoulders, how her nipples pointed up, tight with the need to be touched. The sight of her long fingers still pressed to the lace between her tawny thighs.

“Kellan,” she whispered. “I need—”

The rest of her words became a keening cry as he closed his lips around one nipple, because as much as Isabella needed to be touched, he needed her, just like this. Sliding his tongue in a slow circle, Kellan tasted and sucked, angling his body over hers as she lay back on the bed.