Reckless (Thoughtless, #3)(95)
As was typical most times I opened my eyes, the bus was moving. It took a while to tear down Sienna’s shows—they were much more theatrical than Justin’s small tour had been—so the busses usually started their journey to the next venue late at night or early in the morning. Some of the stars and members of the crew utilized the hotel rooms provided to sleep for a few hours, but Kellan and I liked our private room on the bus, so we stayed if we could.
As I looked over at the world rushing past the wide window on the far side of the bus, I noticed that it was early in the morning; a rosy glow was still in the sky. Kellan’s toy muscle car that I’d given him last Christmas was perched on the ledge, gently rolling back and forth with the rocking movement of the bus. As was also typical first thing in the morning, I was alone in our bed. Kellan was on the floor of the bus, doing pushups. It was something he routinely did when he first woke up—push-ups and sit-ups. He said it was to keep his body conditioned, but I think it helped clear his mind too; Kellan didn’t always sleep well. I was usually asleep while he was exercising, but occasionally I’d hear him, wake up, and secretly watch him while I dozed on and off. I usually had some pretty fantastic dreams in that half-awake state.
Peeking over the edge of the bed, my smile was unstoppable as I mentally traced the lines of his bare back. Kellan’s arms were shaking as he fluidly moved up and down. I wondered how long he’d been working out while I slept. He really pushed himself sometimes, almost like he was punishing himself.
I hoped his fervor this morning had nothing to do with Sienna. She hadn’t kissed him again on stage, but the fan photos of that moment were everywhere. True love sealed in a kiss, was the tagline often used with it. The gossip magazines were having a field day with Kellan and Sienna now touring together. I’d seen more stories about how they “couldn’t stay away from each other” than I cared to count. Headlines like, “Kellan Kyle Ditches Tour with Avoiding Redemption to Rush to His Lover’s Side” were all too common. Everyone was enamored with the fact that, regardless of his abject denial of their relationship, Kellan seemingly couldn’t stay away from Sienna.
Wondering if Kellan was all right this morning, I whispered, “You okay?”
He paused an inch from the floor and looked up at me. Then his arms gave out and he crashed to the ground. Laughing a little, he mumbled, “Yeah, I’m good.” Standing up, he swung out his arms; his muscles flexed and released as he stretched them out. “I just missed feeling sore, so I was doing a few extra today. I didn’t mean to wake you up.”
My eyes drifted down to his signature black boxers. “You didn’t. I was ready to get up.”
Lifting up the covers, Kellan crawled back into bed with me. His skin was warm from working out; slightly moist, but not yet tacky. I cringed back from him anyway. “You’re sweaty.”
Laughing, he clamped his legs around mine. “Well, we’ll just have to make you sweaty too, so it doesn’t bother you.”
I laced my arms around his neck and pulled him into me; it suddenly didn’t bother me anymore. As his lips lowered to my neck, I looked out the closest window. We were speeding down an urban freeway in an early morning commute. A car was right beside us, and the driver was singing along to something like he was the lead singer of a rock band. I froze as I wondered again about the glass. It had a dark tint to it, but could that guy see me?
Kellan didn’t notice I was distracted and started moving his lips down my neck. His fingers started bunching up my shirt in preparation to remove it. I groaned and half-closed my eyes, but somehow managed to stop Kellan’s fingers. Intense bedroom eyes peeked up at me, and I swallowed as I nodded toward the glass. “Kellan, can they see us?”
Kellan glanced over at the car, not looking like he cared if the guy could or not. “No,” he quickly answered, bringing his lips back to mine.
Believing him, I let myself relax into his arms. There was something incredibly erotic about making love in a place that had the illusion of being very public. As cars buzzed around three sides of us—each one of them with a stunning view, if only they knew—my body heated to a boiling point.
Breath intense, I helped Kellan strip off all of my clothes. When I was bare beneath him, his warm palm molded to my breast, gently squeezing. Wanting to return the favor, I slipped my hand down the front of his shorts. He was fully ready for me. As I moved my hand along him, Kellan stopped kissing me. His breath started speeding up as he closed his eyes. He was gorgeous to watch, and I ramped up my efforts. He dropped his head to my shoulder, slumping his chest against mine. “God, I love it when you touch me,” he groaned in my ear.
His words sent an ache straight to my core, and I suddenly wanted to do a lot more than touch him. I wanted to reduce him to a pile of incoherent rubble again. I wanted to make him cry out so loud, that surely someone in a car zipping past us would hear him. Knowing that I could do all of those things made me feel both beautiful and seductive, and made me love being with him even more.
Kellan didn’t give me a chance, though. Before I could make my move on him, he pulled his body out of my reach and started working his way down my skin. His fingers slid between my legs right as his mouth closed over my breast. Clutching my pillow, I cried out like I’d wanted him to. As his fingers stoked the fire raging within me, I arched my back and glanced at the car behind us; the driver following the bus looked so bored. I moaned and closed my eyes. If they only knew.