Chaos & the Geek (Grace Grayson Security #1) - Elizabeth Stevens Page 0,54
fingers. As I rubbed over certain parts, she tensed and her whole body froze. But it wasn’t that hesitation freeze, she was enjoying it. I knew I’d found the right spot when she pressed her forehead to mine and whimpered against me.
I increased my speed slightly, keeping my kisses leisurely. I felt her hand fist in my hair and her back arched off the bed. As she breathed heavily, I kissed her neck, her shoulders, her breasts, my fingers working her. She still had one hand in my hair and the other clenched the bedsheets under her as her body writhed to the rhythm we’d set together.
“You going to come for me, baby?” I whispered.
“Don’t stop,” she begged breathlessly.
13
Amber
Now this was definitely everything I’d ever played out in my fantasies. And then some. Kissing Kit was everything I’d dreamt of and more. But having his hand between my legs? That was even better than I’d ever imagined.
Before I’d totally given up trying, I’d felt that pleasurable build up a few times. That tight coil deep in your belly and the tingles in your clit. The way the pressure, the intensity grew, promising something wonderful at the end. It filled you full of excited anticipation and made you desperate for more. The way your muscles twitched like they wanted to get away and get closer all at the same time.
With Kit it was so much stronger than usual. All of it. My muscles did more than twitch, I was already shaking with the way he was making me feel.
And it wasn’t just my sense of touch that was filled with him. His voice was in my ear, a slow steady calming reminder of him. Not that I needed it with my nose full of everything I’d ever associated with Christopher Grayson. That musky scent with a hint of sweetness and some sort of spice, as though he’d found his favourite aftershave at thirteen and never changed it. I’d had a small freak out before as unwanted memories had rushed in, but all that was gone now and I had trouble thinking of anything but Kit and the fact it was his hand between my legs. Finally.
His fingers slid down me and over my opening. I whimpered again, annoyed he’d broken the rhythm, but also enjoying his touch.
“Fuck. You’re so wet,” he practically purred as he teased me with his finger.
It slid ever so slightly into me then back out again before his fingers trailed back up to my clit and he began rubbing me again. It was the perfect combination of pace and force. Had I been doing it myself, this would have been the time I overthought it, my arm cramped up, and I ruined it. But I wasn’t in charge. Kit was. So, I just lay back and let him work his magic.
“Don’t stop,” I panted again, and I felt him shake his head slightly.
“I won’t,” he said as he took my nipple in his mouth and sucked on it gently.
And instead of all that twisting and knotting and coiling just fizzling out to an unsatisfactory nothing, it continued to build until I tensed around him, holding him tightly as my orgasm spread through me, tingling through my whole body.
I let go a breathy moan that was partly his name and shook harder with the force of it. As I rode it out, I stayed tense and chuckled in both nervousness and amazement.
“You right?” he asked, his voice tinged with laughter of his own.
I nodded, biting my lip as a shiver wracked my body again. “Yep.”
Kit nuzzled into my neck, his hand sliding away from between my legs and up my side. My skin was far more sensitive than usual and I giggled as I pulled away from him slightly.
He looked up at me with a smile. “You sure?”
I rolled my eyes. “Yes. Did you want a medal?”
“For succeeding where even you failed? Yes, please.” His grin was cocky and adorable.
He dropped his face and ran his nose along my jaw. “I just want to make sure you’re comfortable. After…everything. I shouldn’t have…”
“Shouldn’t have what, Kit?” I asked, panic flooding me that he was regretting this already.
“I should have had better control,” he said. His nose was still trailing over my skin gently like it was an excuse to not look at me. “I should have slowed down.”