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Huffing in frustration I took out my vibrator.
****
Half an hour later, I groaned, hitting my head on my pillow. I was angry, agitated, and more frustrated than I was before. My old-trusted-friend vibrator was useless, it didn’t give me any sort of relief.
“I hate you, Kellan Hawke,” I groaned, throwing the vibrator across the room. I forced myself to go to the bathroom, hoping and hoped the cold water would cool me off. When I went to bed, it was already midnight and sleep finally showed itself.
It wasn’t relaxing, though. I kept waking up all night, but beggars couldn’t be choosers in my situation.
The real struggle was knowing that I would see Kellan in the morning and I had no idea how to stop him this time if he tried anything.
****
In the morning, Kellan was nowhere to be seen. Disappointment and relief was at war inside me. I tried to not think about him… at all.
I went to my office and was glad with for files that were waiting there to be read. That would be the distraction I desperately needed. All morning I didn’t even lift my head to stop myself daydreaming about the day in his house, instead I lost myself in the designs and all the projects. This was what I loved anyway.
But time didn’t pass as quickly as it did whenever I was near Kellan. Finally when it was lunch break, to my luck, Stacey was outside… a conference or something. I used this as an excuse for my lack of appetite and left my office to get some air on the terrace.
The terrace was the best thing about this floor, a full view of the lake was welcoming me every time I walked outside. The breeze held the scent of nature that I couldn’t find in the city. The crisp air refreshed my senses, but I missed the warmth of my office after awhile.
When I returned to my office, I continued to work on designs music academy. I was trying to decide which colors and textures to use on walls as well as the furniture. If I could finish the color chart the biggest part would be done for me.
My phone vibrated on my desk, distracting me from the color selections I was preparing for this project. Kellan was calling…
“Melody Crown,” I answered the phone. But he didn’t mock me for being too professional this time, instead his voice gave me chills, awaking goosebumps on my skin.
“Come to my home. Now.”
“Mr. Hawke…” I started, but he didn’t let me finish, “Home, Melody. Right fucking now.”
Ummm… well, then.
*****
I got out of the taxi outside his house, messaging Becca to let her know that I would be late. Walking through the garden, I got closer to the door, a shudder ran through my spine as I remembered his tone on the phone.
The door was flung open just as I was about to knock. Kellan stood in the doorway. Shirtless. Oh sweet baby Jesus. My mouth went dry at the look on his face. His jaw was clenched, his breathing heavy and his fists clenched at his sides. He radiated power and determination and sexual energy.
“Kell...” I started, but wasn’t given a chance to finish as he pulled me inside and banged the door closed behind me. He shoved my back against the door and had his mouth on mine before I had a chance to stop him. His mouth was hungry, his tongue demanding entry, his hands grabbing at my clothes. His kiss overwhelmed my senses. We were a lit match thrown into a tank of gasoline. Kissing, grabbing, licking and biting anywhere we could reach.
“Kellan...” I breathed out.
“Shhh...” he hushed me. He dropped his forehead onto my shoulder and his hands gripped onto my shirt. I felt a sigh leave him as he raised his mouth to my ear and whispered, “I need you.” He pushed his hard body closer against mine and I could feel his straining hard-on against my stomach. “I tried to stay away from you. I tried to keep my dick to myself. I really did, but I can’t focus, I can’t work.” His voice was desperate and his breathing labored.
“Please, Melody, let me have you again. Please,” he whispered.
?
?Yes,” I breathed out.
Soon, my shirt lay ripped on the floor, my skirt pooled around my feet and my arousal evident on my thong. Kellan placed his hands on either side of my head against the door. His hungry gaze devouring me as I stood in only my heels and underwear. His chest was heaving and when his eyes found my mine again, the raw look in them sent a thrill through my spine. I unhooked my bra and let it fall from my shoulders.
“Jesus,” he exhaled and lifted one hand to run it slowly, torturously from my neck down to my breast. Goosebumps followed his path and settled on my nipple, making it painfully hard. I heard his sharp intake of breath and as his thumb grazed my nipple my head fell back onto the door and a moan escaped my lips. His other hand came down to my face and he ran his thumb across my lips before slipping it inside my mouth. I sucked on his thumb, moaning around it as his other hand traveled down from my breast to the soaked scrap of lace between my legs.
A loud ripping sound filled the air around us as he tore the thong right off me. He gripped my thighs with both hands and lifted me up, my legs wrapped around him as his mouth found mine again. He broke our frenzied kiss only to undo his jeans and let his cock free.
I arched my back, moaning at the feeling of his cock on my skin. All week, my vibrator did everything in its power to give me release, but after him nothing could match. He ruined me. My pussy craved him.
