Too Complicated (The Lewis Cousins 2)

“Yes,” I replied, putting my hands about my head and pressing them against the headboard to brace myself and bear down. I felt it begin to build as I concentrated on everything that was happening. Reardon’s lips at my throat, his teeth on my earlobe, while his fingers pumped in and out of me … I could do nothing but feel, and let the orgasm roll through me.

“You’re so beautiful,” Reardon said, his eyes on me as my lips parted and I cried out with pleasure.

I smiled at him as I came down, then pushed him back onto the bed. I felt fabulous. Loose and happy, and ready to focus on him.

His head hit the pillows and I smiled down at him, my hands roving the expanse of his chest as I lowered to bring my lips to his. He tasted great, he smelled great, and he felt amazing.

“Chloe,” he moaned, my name reverent on his lips.

I reached for his pants, my fingers undoing the button while I trailed my lips over his chest and down his abs.

Reardon lifted his hips, his hands coming down to help me shimmy his pants and boxers down, then I backed up off the bed and pulled them completely off. Since I was up, I rid myself of the last of my clothing.

“Wait,” Reardon said when I would have crawled back up onto the bed. “Let me see you.”

My first instinct was to cover myself, but I looked at him, looking at me, my gorgeous Viking, and the obvious desire on his face destroyed my inhibitions. I’d never felt so sexy, so desirable.

“Come here,” he whispered after a few seconds, so I put my knees to the bed and crawled back over him slowly. I put my hands to his thighs and caressed my way up his body, dropping kisses along the way. I paused, my gaze taking in the length of him, desire pooling deliciously in my belly once more as I ran my tongue along his cock. I was just about to suck the tip into my mouth when Reardon’s hands came to my arms and urged me up. “Another time,” he said at my questioning glance. “I need to be inside you.”

Eager for the same thing, I ran my tongue lightly up his stomach, stopping to briefly suck, then nip his nipple, before finding his lips with mine. In this position, I could feel his hardness against my core, the shock and intimacy of it breaking the last of my control. I rocked against him, moaning as I brought my hands to his chest, steadying myself as I enjoyed the pleasure this friction caused.

“Fuck,” Reardon said, his eyes closing as my wetness coated him. “Condom in my pants,” he managed, just as I lifted to guide him inside me.

I scrambled off the bed, rifled through his jeans, and tossed him the condom. By the time I was back to him, he had the wrapper open and was rolling the condom on. Needing to feel him, I helped him secure the rubber, then grasped him tightly and jacked him a few times. When his tongue darted out to lick his lips, I knew I needed to stop playing around and feel this man inside of me.

I lowered myself down on him slowly, loving the fullness and stretching of each inch as I seated myself fully. Reardon’s cheeks were red, and I could tell he was using every ounce of control he had to be still and let me take the reins. Teasing, I lifted and lowered myself a couple of times, my eyes locked on his face so I could watch his reaction to my movements. Call me crazy, but I wanted him to snap. To lose that control he was holding on to so tightly. On the third lift, I got my wish.

One second I was palming his chest as I moved over him, and the next I was flat on my back.

“Hold on,” he said as he lifted my hands to the headboard, leaving them there so he could lift my ass off the mattress and tilt my hips. That was all the warning I got before Reardon’s control snapped and he began thrusting his hips furiously. I was momentarily stunned, but almost immediately I got with the program, braced against the headboard, and tilted even farther up. The sounds, the smells, and the sight of Reardon fucking me like I’d never been fucked before, soon had another orgasm building deliciously within me.

“Yes,” I called, wanting to let him know that I was totally down with what he was doing, then all I could do was moan as pleasure rocketed through me.

“Fuck, yes,” he muttered as my pussy contracted around him. He thrust into me two more times before planting himself with a sharp groan and lowering us both onto the bed.

Aftershocks of pleasure coursed through me as I brought my arms around his back and ran my hands over him. My head fell to the side as I fought to catch my breath, and I smiled when I felt his lips lightly touch the side of my neck.

Chapter Twenty-Nine ~ Reardon

I felt fan-fucking-tastic!

I’d just had crazy-hot sex with a beautiful, smart, funny woman who made my heart beat double-time, and I was walking into Comic Con.

It didn’t get much better than that.

Chloe smiled shyly up at me, the tips of her ears reddening as I took her hand in mine, and I knew she was thinking about what we’d just done in the hotel room.

Honestly, if I could think of nothing else for the rest of my life, I’d die a happy man.

“Chris said they’d be over here,” Chloe said, pointing up at a sign indicating which way Zoey’s panel was being held.

I let her lead, happy to follow her anywhere she wanted to go, then I looked up and saw a large sign.

“Oh,” I gasped, tugging on Chloe’s hand and pulling her toward the sign. “Guardians of the Galaxy has a panel… Can we go?”

I’m not ashamed to say that I practically begged that last bit, causing Chloe to laugh and say, “I think we can fit it in.”

“Awesome,” I murmured, then looked down at her. The happiness in her eyes, coupled with the sexy little smile playing on her lips, was too much to ignore, so I bent down slowly and brushed my lips against hers. “You’re the coolest girlfriend ever.”