I raked my hands underneath his tee, scratching at the bare skin of his back.
He let out a primal growl, lifting me quickly and deliciously roughly so I was horizontal on the sofa.
He hovered over me, eyes wild and almost black with desire. They moved down the column of my neck to my chest, rising and falling rapidly with my frantic breathing.
“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful,” he hissed. Then he grabbed the bottom of his tee, yanking it off to reveal quite possibly the most beautiful six-pack known to man.
I didn’t get to look, or commission a sculpture of it, because he covered my body with his.
I was momentarily annoyed by that. Then his mouth fastened on mine and his hand slipped into my camisole, pinching my breast roughly so moisture flooded my panties, and I cried out with the sheer pleasure of the simple touch.
Then I didn’t mind so much.
Or at all.
I didn’t mind anything but the way his mouth moved against mine, how his rough fingers tweaked my aching nipples, the heat of his bare torso burning me from the inside out.
There was nothing but the two of us, and it was brilliant.
The utter lack of anything else.
In the back of my mind I heard the door open and shut, but I decided it wasn’t important.
Nuclear bombs weren’t important right then.
Keltan, on the other hand, did think the door was important, so he, most annoyingly, stopped kissing me. He lifted his head in the direction of the door, still pressing every inch of his body into me.
His arm was pressed into the sofa by my face, flexing with the effort of holding most of his weight so he didn’t squash me. Instead of looking to the door, I watched the pulsing in the veins of his arms. I didn’t see the intruder, only heard her familiar voice floating through the desire cloaked air.
“Okay, so the poetry slam was a total bust, and I was trapped talking about some guy called Robert Frost all night, and I just kept drinking wine and then passed out and woke up to—” Polly’s voice abruptly cut off when her heels stopped clicking. “Holy shit,” she exclaimed.
The arm I’d been watching pushed off the sofa as Keltan moved from lying on me to standing. I abruptly did the same.
Polly was holding her bag in the crook of her arm, wearing the same outfit as yesterday, her hair messier than normal and grinning like a madwoman between Keltan and me.
Her eyes went to the torso that had, up until a moment before, been pressed against me.
“Sorry, am I interrupting?” she asked with a grin, eyes darting to mine playfully.
I folded my arms, mostly to hide my nipples, which were protruding through my shirt. “What do you think, Polly?” I hissed under my breath. “Do you even knock?”
She grinned wider. “Don’t you know to put a sock on the door? It’s the universal ‘I’m getting laid’ sign.”
I scowled. “Well, since I’m not a male college freshman in a dorm, no, such an action did not occur to me. I shouldn’t have to do that in the house in which I live. Alone,” I said tightly. I was pissed off. But I kept my cool.
I always kept my cool.
Except when the muscled body of the man two feet away was on top of me.
Then I had no cool.
The arctic would have no cool with that around.
Forget climate change—it was all about Keltan change. Melting my ice caps. The ones that had become so entangled in parts of me that I was resigned to the fact that I’d never be warm again.
But that was not a thought to have in front of my sister, who had just walked in on me kissing such a man.
She moved her attention from me to Keltan. Her eyes went down. Up. Down again, focusing on the abs that seemed to be glistening in the sunlight.
The sun did a lot to illuminate their sheer brilliance that, if I hadn’t seen some of the Sons of Templar men topless, I would’ve thought didn’t actually exist in real life.
But I may have “accidentally” walked in on Cade in the shower when I was a teenager.
And a freshman in college.
And a sophomore in college.
I knew they did exist in real life.
But Keltan was different. Cade was like looking at a delicious carrot cake, even when you didn’t like carrot cake; all you wanted to do was take a bite. With Keltan it was like chocolate, and I fucking loved chocolate, which meant I wanted to devour the entire thing.
Fuck the calories.
Besides increasing my arousal, despite my sister being in the immediate vicinity, the sunlight illuminated flaws in the smooth, tanned skin and the ridges of his abs. A jagged scar running down the left side of his body, long, thin and whiter than the rest.