Skin Deep (Station Seventeen #1)(76)

“Ohhhh.” The sound spilled from her mouth, her exhale heating the back of his neck. Her soft, sensual cries made his cock throb behind the fly of his jeans, but when her fingers delved beneath the edge of her panties, he damn near lost his mind.

Kellan let go of her breast, his eyes fixed on her fingers as they disappeared provocatively between her legs. “That’s it,” he grated, his breath shaky with want. “Show me what you want.”

“I want…” Isabella’s knees widened, her back bowing. “Don’t stop doing that with your mouth. And don’t stop watching.”

“My pleasure.”

Continuing to keep his body weight braced on one side, Kellan dropped his mouth back to her nipple, curling his fingers beneath the swell of her breast to hold her close. The angle gave him a perfect vantage point to watch her busy fingers, his breath moving faster and his sucking growing harder as she circled her fingers over her clit.

Isabella moaned, her nipple pebbling harder beneath his lips. She buried her thumb at the top of her sex, tilting her hips up and letting her fingers drift lower, then lower still.

Kellan froze, his cock turning to absolute steel as he realized exactly where she was touching herself. Keeping his mouth on her nipple, he let go of her breast, gliding his fingers over her body until they twined with hers. She stilled at the contact, but he didn’t hesitate.

“Show me.”

He didn’t know whether to be more stunned or turned on when Isabella complied. But then she was pulling the lace from her hips, returning her hand to his and guiding it to the heat between her legs, and yeah. He’d never been so turned on in his fucking life.

Kellan slid his index finger into her pussy in one seamless stroke. She bucked against the heel of his hand, and he withdrew only long enough to grab her hand and return it to the sweet spot of her clit.

Isabella sighed her approval, stroking herself and pushing her hips up as he slipped two fingers inside. Her inner muscles squeezed, and he watched with pleasure while she touched her clit harder, faster. Kellan pumped his fingers with ease, working her sex in slow, deep thrusts, using the slickness from her pussy to draw a path toward the sweet, tight cleft of her ass.

“Ah.” She dug her heels into the comforter, tilting her hips to chase his touch.

Kellan looked up at her. “Show me,” he demanded again.

And again, Isabella did.

Lowering her hand from the top of her sex, she delved lower between her legs. She skimmed her index finger over the tightly drawn muscle at the entrance to her ass, pressing just hard enough for him to feel the rest of her vibrate in response.

“There. There,” she grunted, and he replaced her finger with his in a flash.

“Like this?” Kellan confirmed. He circled her opening with the tip of his ring finger, a dark smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as Isabella moaned in reply. Her hand returned to the apex of her thighs, and between her fast ministrations above and his slow, purposeful movements below, her breaths quickly became shallow. Turning his hand, he increased the pressure just slightly, breaching her hole with the pad of his finger while reclaiming her nipple with a punishing kiss. A cry broke from the back of her throat, gravel and silk at the same time, but if anything, it only urged him not to stop. He sucked and pressed in time with the rhythm of Isabella’s fingers on her clit, until finally, she began to pulse from the inside out.

“Kellan. Oh, God, I’m…”

“Show me,” he demanded, thrusting the tip of his finger deeper into her ass. “I’m right here, sweetheart. Show me what you need.”

Her hips jerked, her body clamping all the way down before unraveling in waves. Kellan coaxed her through all of them, lightening his touches bit by bit as her body went lax, and Christ in heaven, how could anyone be so sweet and so sinful all at once?

“Kellan.”

The throaty tone of Isabella’s voice made his blood race. He lifted his head from her kiss-swollen nipple, pushing himself up from beside her to return her stare through the morning sunlight. “Yeah?”

She spread her legs, pinning him with a stare he felt from breath to bones. “I need you. Right here.” Her gaze flicked down at the same time her hips tilted up to give him an unimpeded view of her bare, glistening sex. “Right. Now.”

Kellan’s heart slammed in his chest. He knew he should take Isabella in, to go slow and discover every inch of her, but damn it, he couldn’t wait.

He wanted her. He didn’t want to be cautious or controlled or calm. He wanted to break all the boxes keeping his impulses in check, smashing every last one of them so he could fuck her until she screamed and feel it in his blood and breath and balls when she did.

The same deep-seated instinct that had driven him to take his time before now forced him into action. In the fastest movements possible, Kellan threw off his jeans and boxer briefs, pausing only briefly to grab a condom from his bedside table drawer. Seconds later, he knelt between Isabella’s legs, sliding the head of his cock along her folds just once before giving in to fill her with one smooth thrust.

His breath escaped on a groan. Oh hell, her pussy was so tight and hot and absolutely perfect, he was tempted to come just from the feel of her. Kellan bit his lip to fight the throb at the base of his spine, tempering his raw, dirty pleasure with the pain. Isabella arched up, flattening her palms over his ass to keep him anchored inside her pussy, the deep squeeze of her inner muscles gripping his cock and obliterating his composure.