Effortless (Thoughtless, #2)(58)

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Chapter


A Night to Remember


The dice game resumed as the residual laughter died down with Griffin’s departure. I blinked and watched Kellan’s empty seat quickly become occupied by a fresh-faced boy who looked entirely too young to be here. Walking around to where I was sitting, merrily sipping away on my fruity drink, Kellan extended his hand out to me.

“Dance with me, beautiful girl?” Kellan cocked an eyebrow after he asked, and I swear I heard someone sigh…or maybe I did. My hazed brain couldn’t really tell anymore.

Nodding, I grabbed his hand and let him pull me up. The alcohol already in my system seemed to rush to my head as I changed positions.

I’d been feeling pretty buzzed sitting at the table. Suddenly standing, I felt blitzed.

I giggled and stumbled a little as Kellan wrapped his arms around me.

Stumbling some himself, he asked, “You all right?” I laughed and nodded again as he helped me take a few steps away from the loudly cheering table. The poor, fresh-faced boy had rolled the dreaded pair of ones, and was cringing as he stared at the amount left in his plastic cup. I felt instant sympathy for him, since that roll had sort of done me in. Oddly enough, I wanted to give him a big hug and tell him that everything would be fine. I even made a drunken step towards him before Kellan pulled my arm in the other direction.

“This way, sweetheart.”

Leaving the youth to his chosen fate, I twisted back to Kellan. Giggling, I tangled my arms around his waist. With stumbling, erratic steps, 162



we both made it to the center of the packed living room. People wished Kellan luck whenever they came upon him, but Kellan’s eyes never left mine as he acknowledged them. It was like we were alone in this house swarming with strangers.

As a heavy beat thumped out a seductive rhythm, Kellan’s hands slid up my back, then down to my hips. My extra-sensitive body felt every section that he touched. It was nearly like he was dragging a mild electric current over me; a tingling sensation lingered long after his fingers passed. When he put one of his legs between mine, forcing our bodies to straddle the other’s, I gasped. The tingle had shifted to a full-on fire.

Our hips moved in time to the beat in such an intimate way that I should have been embarrassed—should have been. One of the wonders of mind-altering substances…pesky little things like inhibitions flew out when alcohol flew in. As Kellan’s hands continued to caress my body, his palm even running up the front of my red Pete’s shirt, he rested his forehead against mine. More grinding than dancing, we lightly breathed on each other. It was maddening, and the rest of the world fell away.

When his hand blatantly stopped on my breast, his thumb running back and forth over the dangerously sensitive spot, I whimpered. He smiled at hearing it, even over the music. Feeling numb and incredibly turned on, I reached up and buried my fingers in his thick hair, closing the distance between us and pulling his head down to mine.

Whatever

Griffin

had

been

complaining

about

was

beyond

me—Kellan was fabulous with his tongue. As his lips melded with mine, our light breaths became nearly frantic pants. He squeezed my nipple between his thumb and finger and I groaned…loudly. He hissed in a breath, his other hand sliding inside my pants to rest over my cotton-covered backside.

I wanted his hand on the other side. I wanted all of his body on the other side. Jerking his head down so I could moan in his ear, I whispered, “I want you…now.” Well, I think I whispered it.

Kellan pulled his head away and stared at me. The heat in his eyes was glorious. Those I-want-to-have-sex-with-you eyes had a way of turning my insides into molasses, warm and gooey…delicious. His eyes 163



darted down my body as he adjusted the way our hips lined up. He didn’t have to say a word; I could feel the hardening mass in his jeans that was telling me that he wanted me, too…right now.

Licking his lips, he looked up at where we were—surrounded by a bunch of dancing, drunk people in the middle of Matt’s living room.

Bringing his eyes back down to mine, he reached up to disentangle my fingers from his hair. Lacing our hands together, he nodded his head towards the hallway.

Leaning into my body, he growled into my ear, “Come with me.” God, I nearly did.

Clutching his hand with both of mine, I bit my lip and eagerly nodded.

I had no idea where he intended to take me or even what exactly we were going to do once we got there, but I really didn’t care either. I just wanted to be with him, alone with him.

Giggling, I pressed into his back as he worked us through the throngs of people. Most clapped him on the shoulder as he walked by, some of the girls being brave enough to drag their fingers down his arm suggestively. I glared at those girls but Kellan ignored them, focused on his task of getting us alone. As one trio of women blatantly stared at his ass, I nearly yelled, “Stare all you want, I’m the one he’s about to screw!” Thank God Kellan jerked me forward right as I was about to say it.

Stumbling a little, I forgot to. Smiling back at me as I readjusted my footing, he laughed as he managed to finally get us into the hallway. Twisting to face me, he brought his free hand around to cup my cheek. Pulling my head into his, he found my lips again. I groaned as the sweetness of his breath hit me. I normally didn’t care for the smell of beer, but Kellan could make anything sexy.