Effortless (Thoughtless, #2)(89)

His

breath

hot,

but

sweet,

he

let

out

an

erotic

exhale.

“Nothing…compares to this…”

My fingers swept over his cheek. I wondered what he meant, but he closed his eyes and pressed into me and any attempt at speaking failed me. I clutched his shoulder, closing my own eyes as I swallowed repeatedly, anything to stop myself from crying out with the glorious intenseness of it. I heard him biting back his own groan as he dropped his head to my shoulder.

Writhing with restraint, sucking in quick breaths, we began moving together. It was so intense—the weeks of waiting, the moments of tele-phone teasing, the anticipation I’d felt all day—my body hit the wall faster than I’d ever believed possible. I fought against the rising pressure, wanting to feel it with him. He grabbed my cheek, his pace staying slow and steady. Making me look at him as I fought against myself, he shook his head. “Don’t…let go…”

I shook mine and he leaned down to my ear. “Don’t worry about me…let me give this to you…”

He pushed a little harder and I lost whatever hold on my control that I had. The euphoria burst through me and I arched my back, panting as I struggled to control the vocal part of releasing. My body was shaking from the contained explosion and I dug my fingers into Kellan’s 248



shoulder. As my eyes rolled back, I thought I’d never felt anything so perfectly wondrous.

I ran a hand down my face as I drifted back from my high. Watching me intently, still smoothly sliding against my body, Kellan’s face was a picture of love and lust. He seemed spellbound, amazed at watching me experience the satisfaction he’d just given to me. His lips fell to mine, light. I felt like taffy.

“God, Kiera…God…that was…”

He dug in a little deeper and I closed my eyes. Surprisingly, the fire started resurfacing. I found his mouth, wondering if I could still have that moment with him again, but together this time. Our lips containing the soft groans we were making, I encouraged him to move his body at a speed that would satisfy him. He whimpered when he hit the right spot and I moaned softly, needing him even more than before.

His mouth falling open, he started to lower his head. My hand came up to his cheek, making him stare at me. He clenched my hand in his as he closed his eyes. I watched the euphoria start to flood his features. Just as his hips paused, he cringed, almost looking pained. It passed immediately as a soft, but deep noise left his throat. He bit his lip to contain it, but the sound, mixed with the look of pure pleasure on his sculpted face, pushed me over the edge again.

Keeping my eyes open so I could watch every second of his bliss, I felt my own wash over me again. It wasn’t as intense as the first time, more peaceful, more perfect. As his body collapsed against mine, I finally closed my eyes, letting the shared moment of ecstasy sweep me away.

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Chapter


Merry Christmas


I awoke the next morning gloriously achy. As I stretched out my tight muscles, my hip hurt a little bit from sleeping on the hard floor. My arm was mostly numb from partially lying on it. My more womanly parts were also feeling the dull strain, renewed from weeks of being ignored by last night’s powerful reconnection. But none of that truly bothered me, because a warm arm was flopped over my stomach.

I turned my head and snuggled into the warmth of Kellan’s neck, missing the feeling of waking up next to him. His arm tightened around my waist and the words I’d missed even more brushed against my ear.

“Mornin.”

He inhaled deep and stretched out his muscles. I had to imagine that he was every bit as sore as I was, although, his man parts probably weren’t. That was just a side effect for women…it was nice, though. A reminder.

I leaned in to kiss his neck. “Good morning yourself.” Popping my eyes all the way open, I propped myself up onto my elbow. Smiling down at the half-dozing man beside me, I whispered, “Merry Christmas, Kellan.”

He opened his eyes and reached up for my face. “Merry Christmas, Kiera.” His hand threaded through my hair and wrapped around my neck.

As he started pulling me down to his lips, my bedroom door opened. I froze, wide-eyed, suddenly remembering where I was.

“Kiera? Where are you?”

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Hearing my sister’s soft voice, I peeked my head up. Her luxurious hair was piled into an adorably cute ponytail on the top of her head.

Anna laughed when she saw where I was hiding. Dressed in pink and green camouflaged pajamas, she giggled as she laid down on my squeaky mattress. Propping her face into her hands and clicking her heels together, she looked over the edge of the bed, to our love nest on the floor.

Smiling down at the two of us as I lowered myself back down to Kellan’s arms, she laughed out, “Well, I was going to wish you a Merry Christmas and ask if you wanted to head downstairs with me, but I can clearly see that you’ve already unwrapped your present.” She smiled over at Kellan peering up at her with an amused grin. “Hey, Kellan, glad you finally made it.”

He chuckled, squeezing me tight. “Hey, Anna. Thanks.” Pulling the blankets up Kellan’s chest, hiding his tattoo as well as his marvelous pecs, since Anna was clearly enjoying the visual that she’d walked into this morning, I sighed at my sister. “What time is it?” Anna swung her perfectly emerald eyes to me. “It’s breakfast time…Mom’s making eggs.”