Effortless (Thoughtless, #2)(18)

“Oh God,” I muttered as his finger down below matched the motion of his tongue up above. The two hot spots were making every coherent part of my body melt away. I probably couldn’t have even come up with my own name if someone had been around to ask.

Chuckling again, he peeked up at me with a devilish smile. “No, just me,” he whispered. The part of me that could still get embarrassed wanted to smack him, but then he switched to the other breast and my head dropped back, my eyes closing.

“Oh God…yes.”

Groaning a bit himself, he left my breast and slid his tongue up my throat. His finger also changed position, sliding inside where I wanted him to be. Working his way up to my ear, he sucked in a quick, erotic breath. “I love it when you say that,” he whispered huskily.

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I groaned and found his mouth, not even caring anymore that I hadn’t brushed my teeth in a while. He didn’t either, kissing me back just as fiercely as I kissed him. His finger gently moving into me was joined by another; I moaned, clutching his hair. His thumb joined the action, swirling around the sensitive part on the outside; I cried out again, my hands switching to his shoulders, forcibly trying to move him on top of me.

He resisted, chuckling and groaning almost simultaneously. “I love how much you want me,” he muttered, his mouth moving to my jaw.

My body moving in perfect rhythm with his hand, I squirmed and whimpered. I hated how easily he could reduce me to a begging, quivering

mass

of

hormones…and

I

loved

it

too.

“Yes,

I

want

you…now…please.”

I could feel him grinning as he placed kisses along my skin. He did love it when I asked for it. Pressing his body into mine, I could feel how much he wanted me, too. I whimpered as he pulled his hand away from me, but then he settled himself between my legs, the hard length of him resting tantalizingly close, and my complaint shifted to a moan. Then he did…nothing, nothing but continue to kiss me.

It was torture. Pure, blissful torture. Having him so close sent my body into overdrive. I was practically clawing at his back, squirming underneath him, doing anything I could to move him into position. I couldn’t, though. He held himself against me, but perfectly out of reach. It drove me crazy.

And my reaction drove him crazy. His breath was fast, his lips frantic.

He groaned as his fingers explored my body. He moaned my name as he dropped his head to rest in the crook of my neck. Barely able to stand it another second, my hand trailed down his chest, his abdomen, the deep V that led straight to what I wanted, what I needed. My hand wrapped around him, hard, ready, pulsing under my fingers. A slight wetness coated my thumb as I swirled over the tip of him and he clutched the sheets again, but in a good way this time.

“God, I need you,” he breathed in my ear. I started to feel like he meant more than just for a physical release, but he adjusted his hips and plunged right into me, and I wondered nothing more about it.

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My hand fell away as he sunk in deep. We both made equally passionate groans of relief. Then we started moving together. In-between fast breaths and soft moans of pleasure, our lips searched the other’s. He quickly brought me right to the brink, my cries more frantic with each thrust. Then, right as I was about to go over, he stilled his hips, not moving at all. It was an aching torture that made me dig into his backside, trying to get him to keep going.

With a strained voice he whispered, “Just wait, Kiera.” I didn’t think I could. I felt like I was going to explode. I wanted to whimper, I wanted to cry. Then he moved again.

Holy hell, the fire that surged through my body…I never knew anything could feel that good.

He did it two more times, stopping, then starting; I even begged him to do it on the last time. Then he didn’t stop anymore. Then I didn’t think he could, even if I asked him to. With his head buried in my shoulder again, he groaned so erotically, I instantly clenched around him, finally having the release that he’d kept from me for so long. It was…glorious.

He cried out as I squeezed around him and I felt him releasing into me. After a few final thrusts, he stopped moving, breathing heavily as he laid on my chest. I was a little surprised to feel that we were both slightly damp from the exertion. You wouldn’t think sex could actually be a workout, but if done right…

Feeling lightheaded, I closed my eyes, wrapping my arms around his head. When our breaths had stabilized and our bodies cooled to normal, I looked down at him still resting on top of me. He hadn’t moved at all.

He was still…a part of me.

Hoping he hadn’t fallen back asleep like that, I poked his shoulder.

“Are you going to…move?”

He grunted then stretched, still not pulling out. “No, I’m good.” 52



I giggled as I threaded my fingers back through his hair. “You can’t stay there, you know.” I felt myself flushing horribly and was instantly glad the room was still dark.

He peeked up at me, the moonlight glinting off his mischievous eyes.

“I’m just saving us time.” He grinned crookedly as he moved his hips a little. He was still sort of semi-aroused and the movement sent a shiver though my body. My eyes fluttered before refocusing on his smugly attractive face. He raised an eyebrow. “You know, for when you’re ready for round two.”