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.”
Kellan chuckled, and we languidly kissed as we cuddled, both of us now covered in stray petals. As Kellan picked off a few near my breast he murmured, “Give me a minute, and I can probably change your mind about that.”
I was laughing at his answer when the door to the bedroom suddenly banged open.
I screamed and grabbed for anything that could shield my body. Kellan helped, moving over me so that all anyone would really see was him, which he didn’t seem worried about. Horrified, I helplessly watched as my worst nightmare played out before my eyes. Griffin sauntered into the room. His expression was giddy as he beamed at Kellan. Maybe I was misinterpreting it, but I didn’t think his happiness was from catching us post-coital. In fact, he didn’t seem to even notice that I was there.
Now I was positive I would never forget this moment.
Glaring at the person intruding on our very private moment, Kellan yelled, “What the fuck, Griffin?”
Bouncing on his feet, Griffin ignored him. “Kellan, you’re not gonna believe who’s here!” His shirt and hair were covered in white, curdled goo; he smelled awful, overpowering the perfect rose aroma that had filled my love nest until just a few seconds ago.
Irritated, Kellan tossed a thick purple pillow at him. “I don’t care! Get the fuck out!”
Griffin took a step back as the pillow dinged him in the face. I felt red-hot, but Griffin still hadn’t noticed me yet. “Dude, you’re gonna care when you see her. Get the fuck out of bed, lazy-ass!” It was only then that Griffin seemed to notice that Kellan had company. His smile growing, Griffin drawled, “Hey, Kiera . . . it’s good to see you.”