I felt Kellan’s hands slide slowly over my waist, up my stomach, and back down again. His touch was warm and familiar, something I knew to well. He kissed my neck again, slower this time, like he was trying to remind me that I was his. Then he trailed kisses up to my jaw, and finally across my cheek.
I tried to stay still and also tried to hold in the moan building at the back of my throat but it felt too good. Kellan knew exactly how to touch me, how to make my body melt. His hands moved with skill all over my body, his lips trailing soft sparks wherever they touched but even with all of that, I couldn’t stop thinking about how she was still here. His real mate was just down the hall.
My chest tightened again.
“You should go spend more time with her,” I said, forcing the words out even though they nearly choked me. “She’s not feeling so good, right? Don’t you think she needs you more right now?”
Kellan didn’t answer me. Instead, his hand moved lower, sliding down my thigh and back
