Chapter 20 #2
My fingers tighten in his hair, desperately trying to cling on to reality as I feel myself building at a pace I’ve never experienced before. I don’t recognize the sounds coming out of me when Connor draws me to the peak and I topple right over it.
He is grinning when he crawls back up to hover over me. “That was just as hot as I imagined.”
I’m still a breathless mess when he dips down, stealing another kiss, and I can taste myself on his tongue.
“You imagined this?” I ask when he finally lets me come up for air. He buries his face in my neck instead, like he can’t not be close to me right now.
“More than I care to admit.”
His admission has my heart fluttering in my chest. Why couldn’t he just be the asshole I thought he was? It would make it a lot easier to roll out of his bed.
I’ve had sex before, but none of the guys I’ve ever been with have ever managed to make me feel an inch of what Connor has achieved in less than an hour.
My legs hook around his hips, pulling him closer. He pulls back to look at me, one brow raised and the beginning of a cocky smile on his lips. “You want more?”
I shiver under him, nodding because I don’t trust my voice right now.
He rolls his hips against me, and I feel it everywhere.
He’s still in his slacks, the zipper digging into me and making my eyes roll back.
I arch into him, loving the feel of his weight on me.
He does it again, just to get a reaction out of me, I’m sure.
“Words, Dais.” His voice is deep and rough, the warning like a caress over my skin. It sends a delicious thrill down my spine.
“Yes, please more.”
That’s all it takes to get him kneeling between my thighs again, his eyes still on me as he pops the button on his pants and slides them down with his boxers in one go.
With the remainder of his clothes added to our pile on the floor, he is back on top of me, kissing and nipping and teasing me while he reaches one hand across to his bedside table and pulls out a condom.
“Are you sure about this?” I roll my eyes, earning myself a nip to the skin on my jaw. “Words.”
“Yes, I’m sure. Now get your ass moving or I’ll do it myself.”
He laughs, a deep rumble that I feel in my belly before he tears the condom package with his teeth and covers himself. Then he’s pressing against me, and I swear I stop breathing.
He doesn’t move. I writhe beneath him; one leg hooking around his hips to try and pull him closer. He slips against me, the movement making both of us groan, before he stills me with one hand on my hip, pinning me to the mattress.
“I need more.”
“Say please.”
“Asshole.”
“Not sure that’s a first night kind of thing, Tulip.” He chuckles like he isn’t holding me on the brink of sanity.
I wiggle my hips as much as possible in the confined space between us, urging him closer, because there’s no way I’m begging. I lift my head, my lips seeking his, and he falls into the kiss without a fight.
My teeth grace his bottom lip, tugging and eliciting a deep groan from him. His hips buck and I smile triumphantly against him when I feel him sliding against me again. It snaps him back to reality. He breaks the kiss, burrowing his head in my neck instead.
“Wicked little thing. Stop trying to cheat.”
“Stop changing the rules.”
“Mm.” He rolls his hips, just enough to let him slip against me but not push inside. I arch into him, needing more.
“Please, Connor.” I break without realizing it. I don’t get a second to regret it, because the moment the words fall from my lips, he sinks into me.
I gasp at the feeling of him stretching me out.
“Fuck.” He drops his head to my shoulder, his hot breath fanning across my skin as he stills. I jerk my hips beneath him, trying to get him to move. He groans; one hand shooting out to pin me against the mattress.
“Please,” I beg, my efforts intensifying under his hold.
He groans again. “Give me a second.”
“Connor,” I moan. I’d die of embarrassment if it weren’t for the fact that I’m too needy to care that this man has turned me into a whining mess. It doesn’t matter—I just need him to move.
“You feel too fucking good. If I move now, I won’t last.”
“I don’t care.”
Laughter rumbles through him. “Trust me, I do. I’m not going to forgive myself if this is over in three seconds.
” He presses a kiss against my shoulder and pushes himself up to look at me.
“I want to take my time with you. I want to learn how every inch of your body responds to my touch.” His thumb swipes against the swell of my breast and his eyes track the line of goosebumps that rise on my skin.
God, how the hell is he able to have this effect on me? It’s not fair.
“This is just for tonight.”
His eyes darken, brow furrowing, but before I can call him out on it, his hand splays across my waist, fingers digging into my side. His other hand snakes under my head, fingers wrapping into my hair. “Even more of a reason to take my time with you.”
Then he pulls out so slowly that it’s almost unbearable, before pushing back in again, filling me up until I’m stretched fully around him.
My grip tightens on his back, nails digging into his skin when he picks up the pace.
I gasp as he hits the right spot inside of me with just enough force to knock the breath out of me. “More.”
He gives me what I want without a fight, moving against me with the same frenzy I feel. It doesn’t take long before I shatter beneath him, gasping for breath as he continues to move, hitting the spot that makes me see stars over and over again, while I come undone beneath him. “That’s it.”
He trembles as he crashes right over the fault line with me and I cling to him, allowing myself to soak up every inch of his touch. Just for tonight.