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closed my door with his foot, his hands slinked down to
cup my backside. Smiling devilishly, he murmured, “Yes, I know,
very well rounded.” I smacked him on the shoulder as he chuckled.
Then he sighed, pulling my body flush to his and kissing me softly.
“Fine.”
     
    I melted into his lips, savoring the taste of him all wrapped up
in the smell of him. Pulling apart, he kicked off his shoes with
his toes and tilted his head at my lumpy futon. “But that seriously
sucks. Can I at least buy you a decent bed?”
     
    Smiling as I stepped out of my flip-flops, I grabbed his hand
and pulled him towards the bed he hated. He was right, it was
lumpy, with a heavy bar in the middle that dug into your back, but
it was a large one and there was plenty of room on it to…roll
around. Backing up to the edge of the futon, I grabbed the bottom
of Kellan’s t-shirt. “Of course. You can even help me break it
in.”
     
    His seductive grin in place, he helped my fingers remove his
clothing. “Hmmm…you may have sold me on this idea.”
     
    Laughing, I ran my hands down the wondrously etched lines in his
chest.  His breath hitched when my fingers traced the black
ink of my name swirled over his heart. Nothing in this world was as
beautiful to me as that tattoo, except the man bearing it.
     
    “Anything that ends with sex, sells you.” I giggled.
     
    Kellan playfully pushed my shoulder back, and I sat down on the
bed that sagged a little in the spot that was technically the
“sitting” area when it was folded up. Scooting into the center of
the bed, the hard support bar apparent under my body, I felt heat
rush through me as Kellan leaned over the edge of the mattress. His
eyes peering up at me, he huskily murmured, “True.”
     
    My breath hitched as I watched him crawl over to me on his hands
and knees. Leaning over me, my breath embarrassingly faster, he
eyes scoured the length of me. Feeling the pure sex appeal
radiating from him, I swallowed. It sometimes amazed and mystified
me that this man was mine, practically any time I wanted him. It
was still a little miraculous to me that out of every person in the
world that he could be with, he’d picked me. I still didn’t see
why.
     
    Smiling as his lips came down to mine and my hands traveled back
up that smooth, perfect chest, I whispered, “Whore.”
     
    He laughed in my mouth as his body settled beside mine. “Tease,”
he breathed, his hand coming up to run through my hair.
     
    I laughed at the terms that we’d once used to hurt each other
with, being used as affectionate phrases now. Things were like that
with Kellan. Cold one minute, red hot the next. Our going slow was
how we were working on keeping the relationship even, consistent.
Kellan didn’t seem at all worried that we’d burn out, but I
sometimes did. After all, he could have anybody. Even if he was
experiencing something with me that he’d never had before—a true,
deep to his core love—a secret, buried part of me knew that now
that he’d been opened up to love, he could find it again with
someone else if he wanted to.
     
    God, I hated that thought.
     
    Pushing back my doubts, I instead concentrated on what I had no
question about. Right now, Kellan wanted me. Right now, Kellan
loved me and only me. And right now, my sister wouldn’t be home for
hours.
     
    Dressed only in his worn denims that hugged him so perfectly,
his sculpted chest above me as he leaned over my body, Kellan
worked his mouth softly against mine as the fingers of his free
hand spun around a dark lock of my hair.
     
    My fingers were busy as well. They’d moved up to his wonderfully
messy head of hair. It was so much fun to bunch it around my
fingers and I couldn’t resist giving him a light tug. He grinned
against my lips. Then my fingers trailed down his neck, enjoying
the lean muscles, and the light pulse of his veins under his skin.
From there they decided to swoop up and over his shoulder blades,
lingering for a