Page 63 of Fake It For Him

“You’re afraid of kittens.”

He groaned, resting his forehead against my stomach. He started slowly pulling my pants and panties off again. “You should be careful about telling me to wait when it’s for something like that.”

“I should?”

“Yep. I might make you wait in return and I’m not sure how much you’ll like that.”

A bolt of excitement shot down my spine. “Can we try it?”

“What?” He lifted his head again to frown at me. “Really?”

I nodded, my teeth sinking in my lower lip. “I’ve never done it before and it sure got my attention when you said it. I want to try it.”

“Ella Carver.” He kissed a path down my belly as I kicked my pants off. “Are you ever going to stop surprising me?”

“Hopefully not,” I said, meaning it. “Just be gentle with me, okay?”

“Always,” he promised. “Tell me when you stop having fun, okay?”

I nodded, once again probably trusting him more than I should have. Calan had never disappointed me in bed, though. In fact, Kara had been right when she’d said this arrangement was the perfect opportunity to have some no-strings-attached fun.

Calan was way more experienced than I was. I figured I might as well capitalize on that experience while I had him rather than focusing on all the negatives about our relationship. And capitalize, I did.

With his mouth and fingers, he drove me to the brink of insanity so many times that I forgot any of those negatives even existed. He had a way of making me forget. Of taking over and just making me feel.

“Calan,” I moaned when I finally couldn’t take it anymore, my skin dotted with sweat and my muscles burning with restraint. “Enough.”

Those dark eyes bored into mine as if he were assessing how serious I was, but when he saw that I meant it, he pressed his fingers into me again, sucking my clit between his teeth and finally taking me all the way there. My body tensed, my toes curling, and the pleasure that erupted from my core overwhelmed me, leaving me panting and boneless in the aftermath.

By the time I finally opened my eyes, Calan had put on a condom and he took my hands, his eyes on mine as he silently asked permission. I lifted my legs in response and wrapped them around his hips. I took his face in my hands and kissed him deeply. He sank into me, groaning into my mouth and tightening his grip on my fingers.

I kissed him harder, my hips matching the pace of his as I tried to give him everything he needed, like he had just done for me. Calan and I had no future. I knew that better than I knew my own name, but we sure were good together.

So good that I was really starting to dread the day when I would have to walk away.

33

CALAN

Water splashed against the tile floors of the shower as Ella finished up. I smiled as I got dressed, relieved that she hadn’t changed her mind and taken off in the middle of the night.

With my hair still damp after a shower of my own, I buttoned up my shirt and headed out to the kitchen to rustle up some breakfast. If I wanted her to stick around, I knew I was going to have to pull out all the stops.

I’d gotten too close to losing her last night, and I couldn’t afford for that to happen. No matter what, I needed her to see this through.

With that in mind, I opened the fridge just as a knock came at the door. I frowned but shut the fridge again and went to get it.

“Good morning, Mr. Reid,” a member of my parents’ staff said, carrying a huge tray with cloches covering whatever was on it. “Your mother asked me to deliver your breakfast. If there’s anything else you need, please let me know.”

My brows swept up in surprise, but I stepped out of the way to let him in. This was the first time in a long time that my mother was having breakfast sent over. In fact, I didn’t think she’d given a damn about my breakfast since before Edinburgh.

The mouthwatering scents of bacon, sausage, toast, and something sweet wafted to my nostrils as I followed the staff member to the dining room. He set the tray down and dipped into a slight bow before rushing out. I headed back to the kitchen to make coffee while Ella finished up in the shower.

When she came out to join me in the dining room, I had two steaming cups of coffee ready and I was waiting at the table. Her eyes widened when she saw the spread my mother had sent. I’d lifted the cloches and arranged the different plates to look like a mini-buffet, and Ella’s jaw slackened as she took it all in.

She was dressed, but her hair was still wet, and she’d been drying it with a towel, but her movements stopped as she stared. “Where the hell did this come from?”

“The main house,” I said as I motioned for her to take a seat. “Let’s eat before it gets cold.”