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moment on the tensing and releasing muscles as he
played with my hair. Their only natural course after that was
straight down his back. My lucky fingers delighted in the smooth,
lean expanse of skin on the way down to his waistband. Of course,
halfway there, they decided to head back up to those shoulder
blades and retrace the path down to his waist. But this time, I
lightly scraped my nails across his flesh instead of the softer,
gentler finger pads.
     
    “Don’t tease me,” he muttered as he sucked on my lower lip.
     
    I laughed lightly as I remembered harshly digging through that
perfect skin once before…in an espresso stand, no less. I felt my
face heat as blood rushed to my cheeks. It was sort of an
embarrassing moment for me. Kellan pulled back from our kiss to
look over my features, probably noticing my flushed cheeks and
understanding my expression. His finger ran along my cheek before
sweeping over my lips. “Do you have any idea what that did to me,
when you scratched me?”
     
    His lip twisted devilishly at the memory while my blush surely
deepened. Not being able to speak, I merely shook my head. He
smiled wider and leaned over to my ear. “I think that’s what made
me come.”
     
    My eyes closed for a second at hearing him say it and I chuckled
despite myself. “I didn’t realize you were so kinky,” I
whispered.
     
    With a smirk he laughed out, “You’re the one that cut me.”
     
    I giggled again, feeling my embarrassment slide off of me with
the laughter. “You’re the one that liked it.”
     
    He kissed my chin gently before pulling back with a raised
eyebrow. “You didn’t enjoy doing that?”
     
    I bit my lip and looked away from the cocky look of self
assurance on his face. Of course I’d like it. It had done as many
amazing things to my body as it had done to his. A tiny bit of
guilt washed through me. I did feel bad for hurting him, for
drawing blood. That was a little more than was called for.
     
    Surprising him, I shoved back his shoulders. He grunted and
said, “Hey,” as he tried to crawl back over to me. Laughing, I kept
him away with one hand while I squirmed out from where I was
partially entangled in his legs. Before he could complain, or
manhandle me back into position, I straddled his hips.
     
    As he was facing sideways, he started to flip onto his back, a
huge grin lighting his face at my forcefulness in taking the top. I
laughed harder as I shoved his shoulder down, keeping his chest on
the mattress.
     
    Once I was firmly seated on his lower spine, he twisted his neck
to look back at me. “What are you doing?”
     
    My hands played over the expanse of pristine flesh before me
while I answered him, a little huskily. “Well, I do feel guilty
about hurting you…”
     
    He twisted around more as his lips smirked at me. “I did mention
that you made me come, right?”
     
    I felt that flush return at hearing him say that word
again—come. It wasn’t even a dirty word, really, but hearing it
pass his lips reminded me of toe-curling, blood-boiling,
life-altering moments of ecstasy. Just hearing him say the word
made me want him even more. Smiling, I pushed back that feeling…for
now.
     
    “I want to make sure you’re not…damaged.”
     
    I ran my hands up his back, leaning over him so my hair brushed
his skin. I delighted when I noticed him shiver when my long locks
touched him. His eyes flicked over my face and his voice dropped.
“I only have one scar that can be attributed to you.”
     
    His eyes rested on mine and my breath caught at the love I saw
in that gaze.  I didn’t think I’d ever get used to seeing how
much he adored me. It made all the flirting I’d witnessed earlier
irrelevant. None of those fan girls got that look from him. None of
those fan girls got to have this level of intimacy with him. Not
anymore. Evan was right, he played with them but his heart was
mine.
     
    I nodded, surprised at how my eyes were misting. My