Page 82 of Ravage
“Don’t,” Kellan warns.
“What?”
“Don’t second-guess it. Don’t get in your head.” His thumb strokes across the back of my neck, which he has yet to let go of.
“How did you—”
Kellan turns me around so we’re facing each other, his arms on either side of me on the back of the car. “Your body told me.” He brings his thumb and pointer finger to my nipple and pinches it, eliciting a gasp from my lips. “Whatever you’re thinking, stop. You can lie to yourself, but your body doesn’t lie to me, remember?”
He kisses me slowly, but with no less heat than before. I can feel my body unfurling under his touch like a blooming flower. It doesn’t even feel like my own then. Like it’s his to command.
My heart flutters in my chest when his lips leave mine and, for once, I’m at a loss for words. What can I say when my body so clearly answers him all on its own?
When I opt to keep my mouth shut this time, Kellan grins and helps to fix my dress, but there’s no amount of sewing that can be done to restore it for Portia. I’ll have to dip into my funds to buy her a new one.
Kellan pulls his shirt back on and fixes what’s left of his pants, before he ties his hair back up and out of his face. He looks over the car and gives it a pat. “Sorry, girl. I’ll get you fixed up.”
“How far away from the club are we?”
“Other side of town.”
Crap. I am not walking all the way back, and taxis aren’t out this late at night.
“Don’t worry, I’ll call us a ride.”
I nearly snap my neck with how fast I look over at him. “Not Aiden.”
He raises his brows. “Oh? And why not?”
I cross my arms over my chest and try to feign nonchalance. “Other than the fact that he still hates me? If he finds out about what just happened…”
He grins like this is all so funny, and I want to punch him for it. “What? You think he’d hate you more? Do you care how much he hates you?”
“I think he’d join Dane in trying to get rid of me,” I snap back.
He shakes his head. “Neither of them actually wants that. Give them more time.”
Kellan doesn’t know what Aiden did to make sure I stayed on the island.
“Call Jackson, then,” he says. “He’ll come if you call.”
“I don’t have his number.”
He laughs and steps up close to me. “I’m sure you do. Go on. If I call, he’ll ignore me.”
I pull my phone out of the hidden pocket and check my contacts, where I only expect to see Elias's and Portia’s names.
Jackson’s name is above hers.
Ugh. Stalker.
Chapter twenty-one
Raegan
The sound of a motor grabs our attention and Kellan quickly shifts between me and the alleyway entrance. I’m about to push him aside, but he moves before I can touch him and howls with laughter. He claps his hands like he’s enjoying a performance.
A sleek black car rolls down the alley toward us and stops a few feet away from Kellan. His hand is already gliding across the hood as he approaches the driver’s door that opens, then he grabs the top of the door. “You ask him first or just steal it?”
