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.
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.