“What?” I shrieked because of his boldness.
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“I want to fuck you so hard even the neighbors will hear your scream. And the nearest house is five miles away,” he smirked.
“Kellan… please,” I sighed. His words had already affected me, causing a throbbing between my legs, I couldn’t do anything else but press them together.
“This is fucking with my head, okay? Wanting you and not having you isn’t something I’m accustomed to. I see a girl, I want her and I fuck her… simple, but you’re making it so damn hard,” he groaned.
“I can leave now,” I offered, but he chained me to my place with his gaze, “No. You’re not leaving.”
He sighed before adding, “We really need to work, anyway.”
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All morning we worked in his living room, making sure to keep distance between us. But the tension was palpable and there was nothing to make it go away. The comfort of his house made it harder to be professional. The only thing that kept us focused was the deadline of this project.
I felt suffocated because of my arousal and took off my jumper, hoping to feel better.
“Fuck!” Kellan breathed out, reminding me of my see-through shirt.
“Shit! I forgot…” I mumbled, trying to cover myself, but he held my hands, forcing the jumper to fall.
“Don’t cover yourself,” he rasped, caressing my sides over my thin shirt. My breath shuddered as he moved his hands up, toward my breasts. I was watching him, mesmerized.
“Kellan,” I whispered, but before I could continue his lips crashed on mine. This kiss was different than that night. There was no urgency, but there was raw need. It was full of lust, passion, but this time there was also familiarity in his lips. This time there was an intimate connection between us, we weren’t strangers… we were a man and a woman who knew and wanted each other.
His kiss was like air, breathing life into me, making me feel alive and giving me the things that I didn’t even know I needed. His touch was electric, burning, cooling, healing every piece of me. His hands were on my waist, pulling me closer, but not attempting more than that. This time we didn’t know where this would go, we were just taking pleasure in touching and kissing each other.
Moaning into the kiss, I wanted more… and this was dangerous, this was where I needed to make it stop.
“Kellan…” I moaned, but his lips didn’t leave me.
“I want you. I can still remember the taste of you, how your hot and wet cunt was wrapped around me,” he whispered, biting, licking, and kissing my neck.
“Kellan… don’t… we… need to… stop,” I panted.
“Tell me you don’t think of me, my cock inside you… tell me you don’t want this,” he groaned, thrusting his hardness to me, making me aware of how much he wanted this… me.
“I can’t… Kellan… I want you,” I moaned, but continued before he could have a chance, “but we can’t… please… let me go,” and sighed in relief when he took a step back. I ignored the disappointment in me.
“Go,” he said through his teeth, “Go before I change my mind, Melody.”
And I did…
I left his house without looking back… because I knew if I stopped for a second I would go back and jump on him.
I just ran… till I got inside a taxi.
“So you’re home… come here missy, we need to talk,” Becca said as soon as I stepped inside.
“Becca… please, not now,” I answered her and to my surprise she nodded her head and murmured, “Later, then.”
My body was still screaming. The throbbing between my legs was indescribable; I could feel my heartbeat there.
I was a frustrated mess… this was worse than any kind of PMS.
I ripped my clothes from my body, getting inside my bed with the hope of sleeping the rest of the day. But I wasn’t that lucky. Seconds turned to minutes, minutes turned to hours and I was restless in my bed. Neither sleep nor comfort could find me. His voice, his scent, his touch were all I could think of… the more I wanted to think of anything else, the more I aroused I became.