Reckless (Thoughtless, #3)(39)
It took him a solid fifteen seconds to return his gaze to my face. When he did, his eyes were burning with the passion I’d wanted to see earlier. He chewed on his lip a moment, then shook his head. “You didn’t have to do that,” he playfully told me. “I liked the old one just fine.” His amused smile grew as he used my words against me.
Laughing softly, I yanked on the waistband of his shorts, pulling his hips closer to mine. “Yes, I did,” I muttered, before attaching my lips to his.
He laughed in my mouth, but stopped when I unfastened the button of his shorts. He let out a low rumble when I slipped my hand inside. He was fully ready for me, his body hard against his silky boxers. I wanted to feel that soft skin directly, but Kellan pushed me back onto the bed. Lips parted, his hooded eyes scoured my body as I sat on a sea of petals. Bending over, he grabbed the bottom of my shorts and ripped them off of me. When he caught sight of the aforementioned underwear, he groaned. The light pink was slightly sheer, the straps over my hips embarrassingly thin.
Looking up at me with an expression that mixed both desire and irritation, he grumbled, “Are you trying to make this last about five seconds?” I laughed and his impish grin returned. “You’re killing me, Kiera.”He kissed my stomach. “You’re actually killing me.”
As his lips wandered down my stomach, I began to believe that he was killing me; the ache pulsing through me was bordering on painful. Dislodging the beautiful, artful floral arrangement, I scooted up the bed so Kellan could lie on top of me. Velveteen petals stuck to my skin as I reached out for him. His eyes softened into an expression filled with love and adoration. “You’re so beautiful . . . do you know that?”
I felt my cheeks heat and I averted my eyes. I was . . . cute, sure, but a word like “beautiful” was reserved for my exotic sister. Kellan removed his shoes and shorts and crawled into the bed with me. Lying at my side, he grabbed my chin and turned my head toward him. “Do you know that?” he repeated.
Since I had no words in me, I shook my head. Kellan sighed and ran his fingers through my hair. “Well, I do,” he whispered.
His lips returned to mine, soft, but fervent. He moved his hips over mine, and I cried out when we pressed together. The thin barrier of my panties between us amplified the sensation. Our kiss grew heated as the fire within us stoked even higher. Breath fast, Kellan ran his lips down to my ear and murmured, “I love you.”
He rocked against me again, and I arched my back and closed my eyes. I wanted to tell him that I loved him too, but I was afraid that any noise I made right now would come out in a passionate scream, and a small part of my brain was still cognizant of the many people wandering around this home. Instead, I whimpered and dug my fingers into his shoulders.
When Kellan unclasped my bra and ran his glorious tongue around my nipple, mimicking what I’d done to him earlier, all thought of anyone else being around left my consciousness and I did cry out. Breathing so fast I was nearly hyperventilating, I discretely shoved his head down. He didn’t need any more direction then that. Wrapping his fingers around the slim straps of my underwear, he yanked them off and continued exploring the southern region of my body. When his tongue swirled around my core, I screamed out.
He teased my body right to the edge of release, right to the point where I was panting and clutching at pillows, and petals were sticking to every section of my damp skin. He stopped before I crested, and I ached with the loss. Kellan didn’t let me ache for long, though. Quickly slipping off his boxers, he moved over the top of me. He slid inside me at the same time he brought his mouth to mine. “Oh, God . . . I’ve missed you,” I murmured as he filled me. Or maybe I shouted it, I wasn’t sure.
Kellan rested his head in the crook of my neck as he let out a groan of relief. “You never have to miss me again,” he panted. Then he started to move; there was nothing in this world more wonderful than the feeling of him moving inside of me.
My legs wrapped around his as I clenched him tight. The feel of his muscles stretching and flexing as he held himself above me was deliciously erotic. His skin was just as moist as mine, and somehow stray petals had found their way to his back. I wasn’t too surprised. If I were a petal, I would find my way across Kellan Kyle’s skin too. His breath was getting faster as his lips worked their way up my neck. Even though I could feel his body start to shake, he kept up the slow, steady rhythm that was rushing me to a soul-shattering climax. The scent of Kellan mixed with the light scent of sweat and flowers, filling my senses. I didn’t think I would ever be able to forget this moment.
Nearing the end, even though a part of me didn’t want to, I arched my back. I felt Kellan’s body turn rigid, his shaking increase; he was nearing the end too, but by the look on his face, I could tell he was trying to hold off. I couldn’t. Closing my eyes, I tensed as the burst of euphoria washed over me. I cried out in a long series of moans as I rode out the bliss. Somewhere near the tail end, I heard Kellan murmur, “Fuck,” and then I felt his release as he groaned in my ear. It only added to the pleasure racing through me.
Drained and satisfied, we slumped in each other’s arms. Once our breaths were somewhat normal, Kellan husked out, “Sorry, I was going to try to give you a twofer, but I couldn’t hold out.” He lifted his head and raised an eyebrow. “I blame it entirely on the underwear.”
Giggling, I gave him a light peck. “If the first one is done right, I don’t need two.”