Nameless (60 page)

“Did you not
understand what I was saying just now? It means I’m not going to change my mind.”
She kissed his mouth. His chin. His left cheek. His mouth again. Wanted to swallow
him whole. “I love you, Seth, and I want everything with you. No holding back
anymore. What do you have to say about that?”

Something deep
and powerful and breathtaking kindled in his eyes. Transformed his entire self—the
entire part of his self he tried to keep hidden.

But his mouth
quirked up in that irrepressible half-smile. “All I can say is that I love you
too.”

***

Seth didn’t say much after that.
He didn’t have to.

One of his
hands started straying significantly and was now curving around the back of her
thigh to slip in between her legs.

Erin covered
his mouth with another kiss, this one much deeper than the ones she’d given him
before. Her tongue stroked the line of his lips until it dipped inside his
mouth, caressing the length of his tongue with slow, sensual purpose.

Seth’s hand
moved almost imperceptibly, until he was cupping her groin. Her satin pajama
bottoms were thin and cool, and Erin was pretty sure that he could feel the
heat of her growing arousal through the fabric.

The ache of
pressure at her center was starting to become an issue, and Erin found herself
unconsciously grinding her pelvis into Seth’s hand—trying to get some
stimulation where she needed it. Having succeeded in unbuttoning his shirt, she
said, “Now that we’re on the same page, let’s save further heart-to-hearts
until later.”

Seth seemed
quite amenable to this suggestion, and he shifted his hands until he was
holding on to her hips. Before she could object to the loss of stimulation, he
had flipped them over until she was on her back, with Seth poised—big and hot
and intense—over her.

He pushed his
pelvis down into hers, and she could feel the hard bulge of his arousal through
his pants.

The pressure
against her groin made her groan in pleasure, and she groaned even more when he
did it again. She was even more aroused than usual—finally freed of so much
that had always held her back—and she could feel that she was already wet, a
kind of pulsing developing between her legs every time Seth pushed into her,
every time she looked up at the blinding intensity of his eyes and the fire of
his expression.

He was gazing
down at her. Not speaking. Not kissing her. Just gazing as if he could devour
her with the raw power of his stare.

She moved her
legs restlessly, sliding her feet against Seth’s trousers and rubbing her
thighs against his. Her arousal kept building just from this minor friction. So
much so that—when Seth pushed his pelvis into her again—she arched her back
dramatically and clawed at the loose fabric of his shirt.

“Seth,” she
gasped, practically writhing beneath him now. “Seth, isn’t this our great
climactic lovemaking resolution?” She was particularly proud of having come up
with such a lucid, ironic question, even in the midst of her heavy lust. “Are
you actually going to just stare at me instead?”

After just a
beat, Seth smiled. Made a husky noise in his throat. “Oh, no,” he promised—his
voice a caress. “I’m not going to just stare.”

Squirming
helplessly in response to the pulsing of her desire, Erin started to push his
shirt off his shoulders. “Could have fooled me,” she grumbled.

With a hoarse
chuckle, Seth pulled back slightly so he could take off his shirt completely. After
tossing it on the floor, he moved over her again. Grabbed the bottom of her
tank top and yanked it up until he’d pulled it over her head.

Erin sucked in
a breath as the cool air hit her bare breasts, but almost immediately Seth’s
hands had covered them. He fondled her nipples—neither of them noticing when
they leaked a little—and Erin gasped as the tingling sensations from his touch
shot all the way down to her pussy.

When the
intensifying pleasure became too overwhelming, Erin grabbed his wrists and
pulled his hands away from her breasts. Then, releasing his wrists, she twined
her hands around his neck and pulled him down into a kiss.

They shared a
deep, hungry, open-mouthed kiss—Seth’s tongue thrusting into her mouth in the
primitive motion she longed for from the rest of him—and Erin managed to wrap
one of her legs around his, getting herself in an effective position to rub her
arousal against the top of his hard thigh.

The rocking of
her body matched the rhythm of their mouths working together, and Erin rubbed
her breasts against Seth’s bare chest, seeking all of the contact and
stimulation she could.

It wasn’t long
before she could feel an orgasm developing from the friction of her groin
against his thigh, and she groaned into his mouth in response to the rising
feelings.

Her whole body
was flushed, and she could feel the intensifying heat of his tense body.

Her motion
became more erratic as she rubbed herself against him, her climax close enough
now to reach.

Then Seth tore
his mouth away from hers. “Erin?” he rasped, raising his face just enough to
gaze down at her.

Freed of his
mouth, her head began to toss back and forth on the pillow. “Fuck,” she
breathed, clinging to his bare shoulders as she kept grinding her arousal
against his thigh. The satin fabric of her pajamas was sticking to her hot
skin, but it only added to the intensity of the sensations. She started to
shake beneath him, rubbing against him as urgently as she could.

“Are you going
to—” Seth began, his eyes crawling over her red, twisted face, her jiggling
breasts, her swollen, parted lips.

“Yeah,” she
gasped, one of her arms flailing out to clutch at the sheets, the fingers of
her other hand digging into his shoulder. “Yeah,” she huffed again, bucking her
pelvis wantonly in tiny, rapid pumps against his thigh to intensify the
stimulation on her clit. “Gonna come,” she grunted, feeling the swelling
pressure begin to break. “Gonna come. Just...from this.”

Seth swallowed
a groan—of pleasure, of need, of primal dominance, of
something
—and he
adjusted his position to give her better access to his thigh. In the process,
his erection moved out of contact with her gyrations, a move Erin assumed was
intentional, so she wouldn't accidentally take him with her when she came.

“Fuck,” she
choked, tossing her head so wildly she got a piece of hair in her mouth. Couldn’t
get rid of it. Couldn’t do anything but claw blindly for some sort of purchase
and let the sensations take her over the edge. “Coming. Seth!”

Erin knew that he
was watching her when the tension broke inside her. She shuddered beneath him,
against his thigh, gasping and making silly mewling sounds as the pleasure rippled
through her.

She could feel
how tense the muscles in Seth’s thigh were as she rubbed against it a few last
times. The rest of his body was just as tense. He sucked in harsh breaths, his
nostrils almost flaring.

“God,” Erin
moaned, sinking back limply onto the mattress. “That was good.”

Seth was damp
with sweat—on his face, his forehead, his chest, and she could tell how close
to the edge he was.

So, feeling
unexpectedly playful, she stretched out and arched up her back. “I’m exhausted
now. That’s enough for me tonight.”

Seth probably
knew she was teasing, but he couldn’t help but make a choked noise in his
throat in instinctive response.

Chuckling in
fond satisfaction, Erin relented, “Well, maybe I can stand a little more.”

Seth, obviously
recovered, gave her a predatory smile. “A
little
?”

Erin started
working on the fastenings of his pants. “At least as much as you’ve got.”

After ridding
themselves of their remaining clothes, Seth situated himself between her legs. He
supported himself with one arm and used the other hand to guide his hard cock
into position.

Erin looked up
at him happily—already feeling full, satisfied, and overflowing with tender
emotions. “I love you,” she told him.

Seth’s eyes
blazed into unbearable heat, and he thrust into her with one sudden stroke.

Erin moaned and
stretched as his hard substance pushed its way into her pussy, which was
already tight from her orgasm. She parted her legs more and shifted beneath him
until she was comfortable again.

Moving his
second hand until it was braced on the mattress beside her shoulder, Seth
grunted as she squirmed beneath him. “Good?” he gritted out between clenched
teeth.

Relaxing, Erin
stroked his warm face. “Yeah. Ready to go.” She felt like a sap, a fool, an
absolute idiot, but she couldn’t seem to stop smiling up at him, her heart
swelling at each little detail about him—all adding up to the man she’d grown
to love.

Seth’s face softened
as he looked down on her, the primitive smolder in his gaze fading briefly into
a matching tenderness that made Erin squeeze her inner muscles around him
instinctively, since that was the easiest part of him to squeeze.

Seth grunted at
the pressure on his cock, his fingers tightening in the mattress on either side
of her. Then he pulled his pelvis back. Angled his hips, a look of focused
concentration on his face.

She loved him. All
of him. The arrogant lawyer. The clever, articulate strategist. The father. The
tender lover. The hot, primal animal.

And the
dedicated, ambitious part of him that was always so determined to accomplish
every task as well as he possibly could.

Including
pleasing her.

His obvious
resolve to give her as much pleasure as he could—despite the driving urgency of
his own need—caused Erin to breathe out unconsciously, “I love you.”

Just as he
thrust into her with tight precision.

She gasped in
pleasure at the friction. Then wrapped her legs around him, hooking her ankles
after only two tries.

He hissed as he
sunk into her deeper. Then levered back and met her eyes.

“I love you,” she
gasped again as he thrust into her once more.

Erin couldn’t
hold back a lingering moan as the sensations started to build up from his cock
sliding slickly inside her.

Seth’s face was
hot and tense, but his eyes were the most overwhelming thing she had ever seen
in her life. He grunted as he drove into her. Grunted again as he pulled back.

 “I love you,” Erin
gasped again, as she started rocking up her hips to meet each of his thrusts.

Another stroke
of Seth’s cock, less controlled, less precise.

Speaking the
repeated words was almost as intoxicating as feeling Seth moving inside her. She
could feel another orgasm spiraling up. Feel the pressure building at her
center from the intensifying friction and from what she’d realized about
herself, about her world.

Eventually, Seth
started to lose control too. Each time she gasped out, “I love you,” he seemed
to slip a little more from his steady, powerful rhythm. He started panting
loudly, and his head tossed occasionally as he tried to manage his own rising
pleasure.

His grunts were
thick, and his eyes were hot and consuming. He was wild. And not just from the
sex.

Erin began to
writhe as the pressure, the friction, the intimate stimulation, and the overload
of emotion became more and more torturous. She’d been trying recently not to
claw Seth up quite so much when they made love, but tonight she couldn’t hold
herself back. Her fingernails dug into the back of his neck in an instinctive
need to claim him as hers.

“I love you,”
she choked out again, her voice shrill and broken as she started to feel an
excruciating anticipation of her orgasm.

“Erin,” Seth
gritted out, muscles rippling in his arms, his shoulders, his neck, his jaw. He
was driving into her frantically now, grunting in choppy staccato with the
pistoning of his hips. “Baby.”

Erin was almost
strangling on the pleasure—her breasts, her ass, her legs,
all
of her
bouncing with the motion of his thrusts. She squeezed her thighs around him. Tried
to hold him with her arms, her legs, her pussy. “Love you.”

He let out a
loud burst of noise before he was able to stifle it. His body was starting to
tense up even more “Erin,” he grunted, clearly close to losing it. “Baby.”

“Love,” Erin
cried out, feeling hot and wild and erotic and free and at the same time
strangely secure. Her hips pumped desperately, trying to intensify the
friction, and she huffed out a series of sounds to their rhythm, sounding like,
“Uh huh.”

“Erin,” Seth
rasped, the one word a hoarse guttural. His head tossed with a jerk as he tried
to hold himself back. Obviously lost the effort as he finally released a
hoarse, desperate moan. He pushed into her a few final times, his thrusts hard,
choppy, and forceful. “Love...you,” he grunted, before he came with a long
shuddering breath.

On his last
words, Erin came too, her body spasming around him and beneath him, her body
clinging to him in every way she could. The pleasure spiraled out, releasing
all of the pent up tension between them.

Then Seth
collapsed on top of her, his face for one moment utterly naked. Utterly
content. Utterly adoring. And focused entirely on her.

It was
unbelievable in so many ways, but Erin couldn’t help but believe it.

She clung to
him, loving the feel of his relaxed weight pushing into her. Seth was pressing
clumsy kisses into the side of her jaw, and Erin stroked over the raw marks
she’d made in his skin.

Still gasping a
little, Erin couldn’t even manage to unhook her legs from around him. Instead,
she just squeezed him a little. Said one more time, “I love you, Seth.”

Seth made a
small, guttural sound—somewhere between a groan, a grunt, and growl. Gave a
little push inside her with his softening cock, as if he couldn’t stop himself.