Free Kellan by Jayne Blue Page A

tickets just as much as you do.”  
    “Yeah, but see, here I was just about to make a clean getaway.”  
    “Ah. Is that what that was?”  
    I shook my head and crashed my forehead against the steering wheel. The van made a sickening honk that sounded more like a dying goose. Kellan’s low laughter was like liquid velvet.  
    “Come on,” he said, opening the door again. “Hop down. I think Brax and one of the prospects can handle giving you a jump. You sure this piece of shit is roadworthy? I’d feel better if you just let me drive you home.”  
    Or better yet, let me stay. I knew it was on his mind as much as mine. I took Kellan’s offered hand and climbed out of the driver’s seat. The second I felt his skin on mine, my heart started pounding again. His eyes locked with mine and my breath hitched.  
    God. There were a thousand reasons why I should have pulled away. It would have been the smartest thing to do. Other people depended on me. If things went wrong, it wouldn’t just be me that might lose. But when I lifted my eyes to meet Kellan’s, everything else fell away.  
    I wanted him. Burned for him. I just knew that this was going to happen between us . . . had to happen between us. We could dance around it week after week, or we could just give in to it. For the second time when I was alone with Kellan Carter, I didn’t want to be strong. Didn’t want to be sensible or smart or responsible. I just wanted to feel.  
    He searched my face. A muscle twitched in his jaw. Something flared behind his eyes as if a fuse had been lit. He let out a low growl then gripped my upper arms and brought me to him. “Fuck it,” Kellan whispered right before he brought his lips down to mine and set my world on fire.  
    His strong hands slid around my waist and pulled me to him. I groaned as I brought my fingers up and splayed them across his solid chest. He was smooth and hard, leather and sin. Before I knew what was happening, he had me pressed against the brick wall of The Wolf Den . Here we were again. Me with my back against the wall while Kellan groped beneath my shirt. His skillful fingers found my nipples. My breath went out as he tweaked them, making them pebble and harden, and my whole body ached with desire.  
    I would have let him take me then and there. Just like the other night at the boathouse. But this time, Kellan had a little more self-control than I did.  
    “Not here,” he said, his voice ragged with lust.  
    We stumbled together along the side of the building. I pulled at his shirt, jerking it up as I searched for his belt buckle. He ran his fingers through my hair, gripped my ass and pressed me against him. The hard bulge in his pants dug into me and my fingers grew more urgent as I unzipped his fly.  
    Somehow, we made it to the side door and staggered through it, our arms, legs, and lips still entwined with each other. Kellan turned from me for just a second to close the door. I backed against the wall, pressing my hands flat behind me; my chest heaved. My lips were swollen with his kisses. Again, I had a moment where I could have turned back. We could have both come to our senses and said goodnight. All I had to do was say it. I didn’t know Kellan at all, not really. But I trusted he was an honorable man. If the same thought ran through his head, he didn’t act on it. Instead, he turned back and came to me. I gasped as he grabbed me with one quick, fluid motion and lifted me so I wrapped my legs around his waist. And that was the end of sensibility and self-control.  
    Then we crashed through the door at the other end of the hall into the apartment Kellan kept here. I clawed at him, ground my hips against him. My sex throbbed and my breasts ached, straining to be free. Somehow, we made it to the bedroom. Kellan set me down hard on the edge of the bed.  
    My chest heaved as he stood over me. He cocked his head, his eyes flashed with hunger as he slid his arms out of his cut and