Reckless (Thoughtless, #3)(96)

Kellan’s lips quickly trailed over my stomach, leaving tingling goose bumps in their wake. When he neared my waist, I started mumbling his name. I was gripping the pillow in my hands so hard, I was sure it would tear any minute. Kellan reached where I needed him, but he didn’t do anything. I felt like I was going to die while I waited. He stilled my squirming hips, then he lightly blew on me. I gasped, and commanded myself to not climax. It took a lot of willpower.

I thought I heard him laugh, but his tongue was on me then, so I didn’t much care if he was amused or not. Reaching down, I tangled my fingers in his hair. As I clenched and unclenched, he alternated patterns up, over, and across my tender flesh. I couldn’t take anymore. As a burst of euphoria flooded through me, I cried out. Kellan gently brought me down, then worked his way back up my body.

When I was taffy beneath him, soft, warm, and pliable, and now a little sweaty, he murmured, “I can never get past H with you.”

I had no idea what he meant, but I was reeling from my explosive release and didn’t really care. “What?”

I languidly ran my hand up his back as he started grinding his hips against mine. He was turning me up again, and it was working, the fire was rekindling. His lips followed my collarbone. “The alphabet . . . I can never make it past H before you . . . finish.” He peeked up at me with hooded eyes.

“What . . . are you talking about?” I muttered.

He ran his nose up my throat, lightly tasting my skin with his tongue. That miraculous tongue worked its way over to my ear, and that’s when I finally caught on to what he was saying. I looked over at his amused face. “You’re drawing the alphabet while you . . . ?”

He smiled, placing a light kiss on my slightly damp cheek. “It’s been a goal of mine to make it through the entire alphabet, but I’ve yet to do it.” His grin turned cocky. “I’ll keep trying, though.”

Kellan removed his boxers, then ground his hips against me again. The very tip of him moved into me and I gasped and clenched his back. When he pulled away, I groaned; he was killing me. “Has anyone done it to you?” I asked, restraining myself from grabbing his hips and forcing him to bury himself inside of me.

Kellan paused in kissing my neck. “The alphabet? No, I don’t think so.”

It was only then that I realized just what I’d asked him. Was that a strange question? Could that be done on a guy? Would he like that? Just the thought of doing that to him made my earlier desire resurface full force. He’d just satisfied me. If I could give him just a fraction of that . . .

Before he could say anything else, I pushed him back and started working my way down his chest. His breath hitched as he caught on to what I was planning to do. “I know it’s not your thing, Kiera. You don’t have to do something you don’t like to please me.” His eyes met mine as I peeked up at him. “I like tasting you, that’s why I do it.”

His words made an ache surge through me. Smiling into his belly button, I murmured, “No, it’s not my favorite thing. But I like the way you react to it.” I playfully bit into the lean muscle of his lower abdomen, and Kellan’s eyes fluttered closed as he laid his head back on the pillow.

“Uh . . . ’kay,” he mumbled.

His hand threaded through my hair as I kissed the tip of him. Not really sure what I was going to do, I gently took him into my mouth. This really wasn’t my favorite thing, but hearing Kellan’s reaction, the deep groan he made as he clenched my hair tight was one of my favorite things, and I focused on that. Working my hand over the long part of him, I alternated bringing him deep into my mouth and letting him go so I could run my tongue over the top of him. I drew a different letter each time I swirled around the tip. Around G I could tell that I was seriously driving him crazy. It drove me crazy too. I lost myself, getting more and more into it. Kellan’s hand wrapped in my hair started shaking, like he was restraining himself from holding me down on him. On the letter L he was squirming around the bed, moaning my name. I nearly lost it, but I kept going with the elaborate tease. When I swirled my tongue around him in a giant O, he sat up and pulled me off of him as he moved to his knees. Before I knew what he was doing, his lips were on mine, hard, needy, and he moved me so I was straddling him. Without a word, he pulled my hips down, sinking me onto him—it stole my breath, it was so intense.

We held each other tight as we began to move together in a near frenzy; I’d never seen him so riled up. With cars still zipping past us, oblivious to our passion, I skyrocketed right over the edge. Kellan stiffened a fraction of a second later, plummeting as well. When we were both spent, we slumped in each other’s arms. The driver behind us still looked apathetic, poor soul.

Carefully lifting myself from Kellan’s lap, I collapsed onto the bed with a content sigh. Kellan snuggled up next to me, his breath erratic. As I twisted to cuddle into his chest, Kellan let out a low groan. “Oh . . . my . . . God . . . that was amazing.”

Containing my smile, I murmured, “Well, looks like I didn’t get to finish the alphabet either.”

I felt a little wobbly when I made my way to the shower later. I could hear snoring on the other side of the curtain separating our room and the bathroom from the rest of the bus. Good, probably nobody had heard us. Wow, what a way to wake up. My mind and body were completely energized and the creative juices were flowing. I kept my shower brief so I could get started on writing.