Chapter 13
CONNOR
Raven Perry will always be trouble.
She will always seek it out.
And it will always find her, even when she isn’t looking for it.
It’s just in her nature, like she’s a magnet for things and people who want to make things difficult for her, or even worse, hurt her.
On top of that, she likes to push—things, people, me. She likes to push until we break—whether that be opening up as a source for a story or shattering walls built up around personal pain.
I sure broke last night. It was wrong, how I handled it, how it all went down between us, even if it felt so fucking good…
It was too fast, too frantic, too rough.
After her confession that she had chosen me to be her first because she trusted me not to hurt her, what I did last night carries a sting I can’t shake.
I want to do it right, now.
Want to do her right.
The way it should have been if I hadn’t said “no” to her all those years ago. If she hadn’t let her hurt blind her to why I walked away and I hadn’t let my anger at her reaction direct me down the same path. If we hadn’t let it spiral into the type of fury-filled hurricane that almost destroyed us.
If that’s what she wants, I’ll give it to her. Even knowing I shouldn’t. Even understanding that in the end, it won’t change how broken I am or how much I can hurt her.
She presses her lips to mine again, and I push up from the chair with her in my arms, stagger the three remaining steps to the tiny bed where I’ve spent so many sleepless nights, and press Raven down into the mattress as I devour her sweet and sassy mouth.
Christ…
Just kissing this woman is enough to almost set me off.
My cock aches where it’s pinned between us, and she groans and digs her heels into my lower back, rolling her hips to grind against me. Her gloriously bare legs.
It’s too much to resist.
I need to see all of her.
All the things I missed in our frenzied fuck last night.
I tear my mouth away, dragging my lips down her neck and slowly unbuttoning my plaid shirt to expose her beautiful chest.
“Sweet mother of God, Raven.” I allow my gaze to rake over her breasts, the perfect pink nipples sticking out at me like a damn offering, and seeing the fabric of my shirt against her soft peachy skin makes my heart skip a beat.
“You have no idea how fucking sexy you look in my shirt. Seeing you wear this…”
It does something to me it shouldn’t.
Stirs a feeling deep in my soul I didn’t think I’d ever feel for anyone, let alone Raven Perry.
A possessive growl rips from my chest, and the corners of her mouth curl up as I dip my head and suck one of her hard nipples between my lips.
She moans and arches into me as I flick my tongue across it languidly, savoring the taste of her skin and drowning in her little groans and the way she shifts restlessly beneath me.
Each swipe of my tongue across the peak makes her hips bow up against mine, her legs tense around me, her nails claw at my neck more aggressively.
Fuck does it feel good…
I lift my head and peek up at her as I move to her other breast, giving that nipple the same attention. A continued slow, sensual assault on a hyper-sensitive area that has her body undulating, her breathing more labored.
This is the type of attention I didn’t have the restraint for last night.
I never understood what people meant when they said that they lost their minds around a woman, that they went feral and slipped into some mindless biology driven and lust-filled frenzy, but that’s exactly what it was. That’s what I became—some primitive beast with only one thing on my mind.
It’s why I stayed away from her today, why I had to, because I would’ve had her like this the entire time if I hadn’t.
On her back…
My mouth on her…
Every fucking inch of this luscious woman mine for the taking.
I finally release her nipple and slowly work my way down her stomach, kissing and licking and grazing my lips over her warm, soft skin until I find a tiny strip of fabric covering her cunt.
Lace.
Raven Perry brought a barely-there lace thong to the top of McBride Mountain…
I slide my fingers along the edge of it, making her hips buck at the gentle glide of my callouses against her. “I told you to pack an emergency bag and this is what you brought?”
Her mouth falls open, and she glares at me. “You didn’t give me any information to go on or tell me anything about where we were going. I packed the first thing my hand found in the drawer.”
A grin pulls at my lips, and it feels so foreign, something I haven’t done in so long I’m surprised my body even remembers how to. “Believe me, Firefly, I am not complaining.”
The sexy little piece of fabric couldn’t be more out of place on the mountain, especially in this cabin, but on her, it’s sheer perfection.
Literally.
It can barely even be called a thong. It’s more of a thin line of lace that allows me to feel how wet she already is when I graze my fingertips along her core.
She groans as her eyes drift closed, her hips rolling into my touch, and I lower my head and kiss the spot just above the edge of the fabric as I slowly pull it down her bare legs.
I kiss lower.
Skimming her thighs.
The sides of her knees.
Her beautiful ankles.
All the way down to her red painted toes before I drop the only thing separating me from Heaven on the floor and lean back on my knees.
Spread out before me, almost completely naked, my shirt still covering her arms, her blond hair laid across the pillow like a goddamn halo, it’s hard not to wonder if the woman I thought was the fucking devil in my life was actually some sort of angel sent by a God I don’t understand, who has one really fucked up sense of humor.
Because what I said to her was true…
The only time I’ve felt alive the last few months, the only time I’ve felt anything but pain and guilt, has been during my arguments with her. And then getting inside her last night and having her hot, tight pussy squeeze around me.
But if I spend too much time thinking about that, I’ll never get to what I really want. Now that I can see her glistening cunt in the light coming from the computer screen, I need to bury my face between her thighs and taste her.
I slide back until I can do just that, and the first swipe of my tongue through her soaked core almost makes me come in my jeans.
Good fucking God…
Her arousal coats my tongue, the taste enough to make my mouth water for more. I lick again and suck on her flesh, desperate to get more, to suck off every damn drop.
She groans and tugs on my hair, trying to direct me up to where she wants me to go, but I hold my ground, refusing to give her what she wants: a quick, hard orgasm.
I’m going to drag this out.
I’m going to savor it.
This won’t be the frantic, mindless fuck we had last night; this will be one where we’re both fully conscious of what’s happening. Fully aware of the consequences yet still doing it despite them, or maybe because of them.
This won’t be fifteen years of pent-up anger and frustration pouring out.
This will be real.
I lick along her seam again and flick the tip of my tongue lightly across her clit, and her startled cry is enough for me to wish I wasn’t so damn determined in that regard tonight.
My cock throbs to be inside her, to experience that hot, tight clasp around it again. The zipper of my jeans digs in where it presses against it, and I shift my hips to try to alleviate the strain as I slide my hands under her ass to hold her steady, to keep her where I want her.
Because Raven will always try to take control.
It’s how I knew she wouldn’t come up here with me willingly, but she is going to come against my mouth tonight. Hopefully, more than once.
I slowly probe my tongue inside her as deep as I can. Her nails score along my scalp, her hips rolling up against my face. The harsh stubble must be abrading her sensitive thighs, but she doesn’t seem to care, seems to only want more.
“Connor, please.”
Fucking hell.
The way she begs…
This isn’t a woman who begs for anything.
Ever.
She demands it and she always gets what she wants.
Yet in this moment, she’s putty in my hands. She’s mine to unravel as quickly or as slowly as I want to. I’m in control of her pleasure and how she gets it when I haven’t had control over anything, even myself in months.
It’s a heady sensation, knowing the strongest, most independent woman I know needs me, needs what only I can give her.
I slide my hand up her bare thigh, my breath catching at the way goosebumps trail in its wake, and slip a finger deep inside her quivering cunt.
She gasps, instantly clenching down around it with her tight heat. A hiss slips from my lips at the sensation, remembering what it was like last night to have that wrapped around my cock.
But that has to wait.
I push in another finger and curl them both up, deep inside her into that spongy spot that has her crying out and arching into me.
“Fuck! Right there!”
That desperation in her voice…
Fuck.
I grin against her flesh as I flick my tongue over her clit and set to work, my rhythm slow and measured.
Not the harsh, demanding pace she wants to force her into a quick release.
I work her up until she’s quivering under me, until her body is clasping around my fingers, her head tips back and her mouth opens with her labored breaths, and I suck her clit between my lips.
Her entire body jerks up.
I slide my arm from underneath her, up across her pelvis to pin her down, to hold her there, to make her accept the pleasure, and when I finally graze my teeth across her clit, she comes.
Hard.
Her orgasm consumes her, and she releases a cry so loud, so harsh that it’s a wonder she doesn’t shatter the glass in the old windows.