Chaos & the Geek (Grace Grayson Security #1) - Elizabeth Stevens Page 0,56
are you waiting for, Christopher?”
He chuckled roughly, pressed another kiss to my lips, and reached over to the bedside table. He pulled out a condom and made short work of getting it on, then settled back between my legs.
“Just breathe, baby. I’ve got you,” he whispered softly as he lifted my leg higher around his hip.
On my exhale, I relaxed and felt his tip at my entrance. A momentary flashback got me, but Kit’s voice was murmuring steady nothings in my ear and I took a breath, filling my senses with everything that was him. I relaxed again and let my head fall back as he slowly started sliding into me.
I knew it would be worse if I tensed, so I spent so long trying to stay relaxed that I must have seemed really weird to him, because the next thing I knew he’d paused and was asking, “You okay?”
I looked at him and smiled. “Sorry. Trying to relax.”
He sniffed against a smile. “Do you want me to stop?”
I shook my head against his pillows. “No. Sorry.”
He kissed my neck as he murmured, “Don’t be sorry. What can I do?”
I sighed as his lips trailed over me. “Nothing…”
“Nothing?”
“Mm…nothing. Don’t stop,” I breathed, then realised he’d slid the full way in and was thrusting slowly and steadily.
“You sure?” I heard the teasing in his tone.
My leg hugged him tighter. “I’m sure.”
Still thrusting slowly, he drew back to look at me. “You’re beautiful, Amber.”
“You’re not so bad yourself, Kit.”
I took his face in my hands and brought him down to kiss me again.
It didn’t take long for our bodies to fall into a perfectly-synced rhythm. I felt stretched, but it still felt good. All I could think about was him and me and us. I didn’t worry about how right it felt, how it felt like I’d found something I’d been looking for my whole life but never realised I’d been missing. I didn’t worry about the potential consequences of what we were doing. It was him and me and it was perfect.
Now and then, he’d murmur my name or, “Fuck,” like he was feeling the same way.
After one such whisper, we caught each other’s eyes and I was utterly stunned by what I saw in his. His smile was soft, sincere, and I felt all wrapped up in warm and fluttery tingles by the total lack of emotional walls between us.
Everything combined to give me this ditzy, little coy grin and his smile turned more cocky, it was more wry.
“You feeling good, baby?” he asked.
I nodded. “Yes.”
“Good. You ready for a little more?”
I felt my eyes widen. “More?”
He was suddenly every part the gorgeous, sinfully sexy, arrogant guy, but I knew it was all for me. His half-smile was all cocky pride as his pace increased. My body arched towards him as my head fell back.
“Oh, shit,” I breathed, my hand fisting the sheets under me as my other held him tighter.
“Good?” he asked, more like he was asking if I was okay than actually needing a performance report.
I nodded. “Good.”
He brought my lips to meet his and kissed me hungrily as he pumped me harder.
That warming, tingling, coiling sensation started low and sluggish in me and I leant into him, wanting more of it. It was like Kit could read my every thought and movement. He held my hip firmly, making sure I kept my knee high.
“Fuck, Amber. I don’t think I can–”
I shook my head against his. “Don’t,” I pleaded.
He kissed me again. It was hard and frantic and I gave him back as good as I got. Kit thrust into me faster and everything tingled in excited anticipation. The pressure in me built and I was sent over as Kit groaned in satisfaction, his forehead pressed to mine.
“Oh, shit,” he breathed as he thrust slowly and lazily.
I huffed a laugh, which turned to proper giggles as he peppered me with kisses.
Then he was gone and dealing with the condom. I rolled over to watch his very fine backside, figuring I didn’t have to pretend to not look at it this time. When he turned back to me, that sexy smirk was at full power.
“Like what you see?” he chuckled as he climbed back into bed and snuggled us under his covers.
I nodded. “Very much. I always have.”
“Oh, really?”
I nodded, stifling a yawn. “Really.”
Kit gently brushed a piece of hair off my face. “You feeling okay?”