Effortless (Thoughtless, #2)(11)

Fire shot through me at the contact and I writhed under his touch. “I need you too, Kellan.”

He dragged his tongue between my breasts. “I need to see your face when I do this.” He flicked his tongue all the way up to my neck and I closed my eyes and groaned in response.

“I need to hear you when I do this.” He brought his lips, and that miraculous tongue, to my breast, swirling it around the nipple.

I arched my back and dug my hands into his hair. “God, yes…” His breath heavy, he brought his lips to my ear. “I need to be inside of you…as deep as I can go.” My body ached with his words, my light shorts suddenly horribly uncomfortable as the pleasant tingling between my thighs shifted to a full-on throbbing ache. I moaned loudly and tried to kiss him but he pulled away.

He hovered above me and I opened my eyes to gaze at the god-like man before me. His expression burning with desire for me, he swallowed heavily. “And I need to hear you beg for it.” His expression asking so much more than his words, he added, “Do you want me?” 30



The throbbing that I didn’t think could get any worse, intensified, and my mouth found his. “God, Kellan…please, yes, God…please. I want you…I want you so much.” I also meant more than just the words. He was asking me if he was the one I really wanted to be with. I was telling him, as plainly as I could, that he was.

I mumbled more pleas for him while our mouths enacted what we both wanted. With heavy breaths and frantic fingers we pulled off the re-mainder of our clothes and he did exactly what he’d said he needed to do.

Smiling as I woke up the next morning, I yawned and stretched. My arms and legs didn’t collide with another warm body in my chilly bed, but I wasn’t too surprised. Kellan was almost always up before me. I wasn’t sure why, but the boy was an early riser; he got up at the crack of dawn nearly every day. He also was a night owl, usually staying up just as late as I did, even on nights I closed at the bar. The man was sort of miraculous when it came to sleep. It did eventually catch up with him, but he could go for days on very little of it. Then it would hit him like a brick wall and he’d sleep for twelve hours straight.

Shaking my head at him, I inhaled deep, my smile widening. My favorite smell in the world, aside from Kellan’s natural scent, was wafting through the house—coffee. Kellan was brewing a pot in the kitchen. That was definitely one of the perks of waking up with him.

Peeking an eye open, I saw that he’d left my bedroom door cracked a bit. From the other room I could hear the pot peculating and the sound of Kellan getting cups ready. He was also humming a song. Relaxing back on my pillow, I just enjoyed the sound for a minute. I pictured him out there, singing away in just his boxers. It was a delightful image.

The sound of a key entering a lock broke the stillness of the morning.

It was immediately followed by the front door cracking open. Sitting up on my elbows, I frowned. Was Anna just now getting home? I knew she’d worked late last night and then mentioned she was going out with some of the girls from work, but this was late, even for her. Unless, of course, she’d already been asleep…somewhere.

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Maybe she’d met up with Griffin, to congratulate him on his big event.

But, it just as easily could have been somebody else that she’d hooked up with. Anna and Griffin had a weird relationship. When they were together, they were inseparable—all hands and tongues and, ugh, grinding. But when they were apart from each other…well, you’d never even suspect that they were involved. They were very open to being with other people. It was odd to me, but it seemed to work for them so I didn’t say much about it.

When Anna’s bright voice sounded a greeting, I immediately hoped Kellan wasn’t in his boxers. I even looked around the ground to see if his clothes were still on my floor. Luckily, they weren’t. While he and Anna only ever acted friendly around each other, I didn’t need my sister ogling him anymore than she already did. Physically, she’d kept her distance once she found out that we were involved, but like any fine piece of art, her eyes lingered on Kellan, appreciating the masterpiece before them. I understood. I appreciated him daily.

“Hey, Kellan, good morning.”

“Mornin’, Anna. You’re out late…or early.”

Kellan laughed as Anna sighed, a heavy bag clunking to the floor.

“Yeah, went to Pete’s. Ran into the guys.”

Kellan chuckled lightly, probably surmising what I had earlier, that she’d been entertained by Griffin until the wee hours of the morning. It hurt my stomach a little to think about what they’d probably been doing, and as I forcefully made my sluggish body stand up, I tried not to.

Anna laughed huskily while I grabbed some lounge pants out of my dresser, quickly throwing them on my naked body. “I heard you guys did great at your big show.” Anna sighed forlornly. “I’m sorry I had to miss it.”

Seeming like it made no difference to him, Kellan replied with, “It was just a show, nothing you haven’t seen before. Don’t worry about it.” I shook my head as I threw on a thin, comfortable shirt. Just another show? He was so casual about the whole thing. I knew that it had meant 32



something to him, though. It had excited him, invigorated him. I’d seen it when he’d shoved me against the door last night. I bit my lip at that thought and quickly ran my fingers through my thick hair a few times, eager to see the passionate man again.