Out of This World Read online

  Still straddling him, I lifted up on my knees and straightened a leg, trying to get my pj bottoms off, all in tune with his low, rough groan. The sound inspired me, drove me on. Unfortunately, with my desire and hunger leading the way, all finesse went out the window. So did grace. I did get my thigh out, and then bent my knee and—

  “Oomph,” Kellan said as I nailed him.

  Yeah, there was the way to seduce a man: knee him in the nuts. “Oh my God. Did I get your—”

  “No.”

  “Are you sure?” I ran my hands down his belly, lower, cupping him.

  Another sound escaped him, this one not of pain. “I’m okay.”

  “Whew.” But I didn’t move my hands. He was aroused, hugely so, and I have to admit, I couldn’t get enough of that either. I struggled with my pj’s for another moment, before Kellan’s hands held me still. Wrapping one arm around my waist, he effortlessly hoisted me up, freeing my leg.

  I took advantage of the freedom by wrapping my fingers tighter around him and stroking the very tip of him over my damp flesh.

  “Jesus.”

  Then I let the very tip of him inside.

  Gripping my hips, his head fell back against the couch. His eyes were shut, his jaw tight, the tendons in his neck standing out in bold relief, much like the part of him I held in my hands right this very minute. It excited me, knowing what I did to him, and as unbelievable as it seemed, given our precarious, unknown situation, I was so turned on I couldn’t stop squirming.

  “Look again,” he demanded, jaw tight.

  “Nothing,” I gasped, wondering how it was he managed to keep his wits, when I couldn’t keep mine.

  The darkness continued to swirl all around us, creating that sense of intimacy that felt startling. Before Kel, it’d been a while since I’d been with anybody. Maybe yesterday I could have attributed some of my urgency to that most basic human need of being held, swept away, loved.

  Comforted.

  But, now I knew it was more than that; it was Kel. Kel did this to me. I’d already learned he was an incredibly earthy and giving lover. His kisses were heart-stopping, as were his roughened hands, busy exploring every inch of me, urging me even closer, so that my world became a blur of bare skin, rough sighs and a building hunger I needed assuaged.

  He stroked a hand down my belly, then lower, lazily rasping a thumb just where I needed it, making me rock my hips against him with a dark, needy sound.

  “Good?” he whispered.

  “So good.”

  He kissed me again, keeping his fingers in tune with the kiss, until my world shrank, until nothing else mattered. The sound he made when he sank a finger into me and found me so wet nearly sent me over the edge all by itself.

  “See anyone yet?”

  “Kel.”

  “Check. Please?”

  Not easy, but I tried. I could still see nothing, and when I said so, he rewarded me with more of those mind-blowing strokes of his thumb, over and over, slowly first, then speeding as my hips began to pump, when I finally lost it, coming completely undone all over him. “Oh my God,” I gasped, clinging to him as the shudders took me. “God.” I sagged down over him, forehead to his shoulder, panting for breath in his ear.

  Beneath me, he was still hard, gloriously so, and I lifted my head, finding myself a little unnerved and embarrassed by how fast I’d gone off.

  He kissed my shoulder, my neck. “Better?” he murmured.

  Did he think that was it, that I’d just needed the edge taken off, and we were done? Not by a long shot, big guy. “More.”

  Game, he slid his hands back down my body, but I shook my head, lifting up, wrapping my fingers around him and then sinking back down so that he slid deep inside me.

  Instantly I was back on the edge. He hadn’t even begun to move, and already my toes were curling, my body tightening. I rocked my hips and gasped in pure pleasure.

  “Rach—” He gripped my hips hard, holding me still, when I didn’t want to be still. “Don’t—”

  But he was filling me to bursting, and the heat and joy of it took over. My insides trembled as much as my fingers when I cupped his jaw, stroking his chest with palms that felt hot and achy. He was just so magnificent, I couldn’t stop. I ran my fingers down to his abs. I loved touching him there, loved the sound he made, the way his breathing went all ragged, as if he couldn’t control himself.

  “If you move,” he grated out, “I’ll—”

  “If you don’t move, I’ll—”

  “No, Christ! I’m not—” He groaned. “We can’t—”

  I rocked my hips.

  Swearing, he laced his fingers through mine, as if he couldn’t handle my touching him, my name another rough rumble from his chest, as he eased my legs farther apart by spreading his.

  Now I couldn’t move, but it also caused him to thrust up even higher within me, and I clutched at him, gasping in pleasure.

  “Oh fuck,” he said in a strained voice. “Stay still.”

  Was he kidding? Stay still, with him buried to the hilt inside of me. It was all too much, seeing him sprawled beneath me, jaw tight, muscles quivering, flesh and hard sinew damp, breath coming in short, choppy bursts…”Kel.”

  “No condom,” he ground out.

  How bad was it that I’d completely forgotten? Very bad. Very, very bad! “Why don’t you carry condoms, damn it?”

  “I did! Yours. We used it.”

  “Why didn’t you take two?”

  His laugh was self-deprecating. “Because never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d need that one, much less more. But believe me, when we get out of here, I’m going to carry a damn box around for the rest of my life. Now please God, Rach, get off.”

  “But you didn’t get to—”

  “No, but I’m going to—”

  He sounded so desperate that I was overcome by an unexpected blinding rush of affection. Slipping off him caused another ragged groan from his lips, but I just whispered “shh” and sank to my knees between his thighs.

  “Rach—”

  “Shh,” I said again, and put my lips to his hip.

  And then a few inches over to the right.

  His head thunked back against the couch, his fingers tunneling into my hair, as if he couldn’t help himself. “You don’t have to—Jesus.”

  I’d moved my mouth again.

  “We need to get up.” His voice was weak now, a mere whisper.

  “Hmm.” I loved the taste of him. “But you’re already up, Kel.”

  “Funny.”

  “I try.” My hair fell over my shoulder and stroked his belly, making him jump a little and his muscles quiver.

  The power of that—making this long, rangy, leanly muscled man quiver—rushed through me. Suddenly I felt like a superhero, like I could do anything.

  And what I wanted was to drive him right off the edge of sanity, the way he’d done me.

  “Rach.”

  “Right here.” I took my tongue on a little tour, and his fingers tightened in my hair. He said something completely unintelligible, the rough sound turning me on just as much as what I was doing to him did.

  “You need to look out for—”

  “We’re okay. I’ve got you,” I promised, trying to give him back some of the security he’d given me.

  And as he went over, he held on to me, the both of us lost. Just as together we were found.

  As simple and as terrifying as that.

  We were still breathing like absused racehorses when he stroked a damp strand of hair from my cheek. “Every time we do that, it gets harder.”

  I stood up and looked for my camisole. The last I’d seen it, it’d been sailing across the room. “Thank God for hard.”

  “I don’t want to joke about this.”

  Where the hell was my top? “What do you want?”

  “You.”

  I turned back to him. “You just had me.”

  “You know what I mean.”

  I did kno