Chapter 16
CONNOR
She’s easing into me, tearing off a few layers, and right now I feel like I’m being the man I should have always been to her.
I’m following her lead, but I would kill to lay her down right now, but that’s not what tonight is about. Tonight is a sort of truce to move on, with the possibilities endless.
The thing is, I’ve always been the guy who can be charming when dating someone, but tonight is confronting that maybe I’ve always done it for show, because with Hadley, it’s very different. My entire body comes alive, and I truly mean every romantic gesture that I’m making.
We eat dinner, and it must be true that food brings comfort. It dawned on me earlier that even though Hadley is a grown woman, our situation kind of called for an impromptu move in a flash. She doesn’t seem to mind, but still, I wanted to do something for her to remind her of her old home.
With the sun setting, the orange hue fades, revealing a starry sky. The lanterns were a nice touch if I do say so myself.
Lying down on the blanket, we look at the sky with hopes of finding a shooting star. She gently jabs her finger into my hand, and I can tell she is testing the waters for me to weave our hands together. I follow her cues and slip her fingers through mine.
“Maybe we’re idiots and should get out of Lake Spark. See the world. Or maybe that’s why we do stupid things, we were out of our habitat,” she muses with humor mixed in her tone.
I chuckle and sling her leg over mine. “Speak for yourself. I’m on the road half the year, although mostly I don’t see much.
Besides, nobody bothers us here except our parents.
” I’m happy she asked about my career earlier.
My schedule isn’t for the faint of heart, though she doesn’t seem deterred.
Then again, I’m not sure what timeline for us exists in her head.
She sighs but it seems peaceful. “Do you think having memories together from our younger selves is a curse? Like, it’s hard to differentiate between adult us and younger us?”
“I fucking hope not. I promise, I look at you and only think about those tiny tattoos on your skin that I can explore before my tongue runs up to your pussy.” Fuck, I’m supposed to keep us above board, not get us sidetracked.
“Is that where your mind is at?” she teases.
I huff out a breath and flip us to ensure she is under me. “Yes and no. You are a feisty woman who I kind of admire, who can dish out what she takes and isn’t afraid to knock me down a peg or two.”
“I’m only feisty when it’s you.”
“I noticed. I’m only pulling out ridiculous moves in the romance department when it’s with you, so congrats, we bring out the best in one another,” I promise.
Her body writhes under me, and my cock instantly reminds me that he’s alive and waiting. “Even though we get two timelines,” she says, “I have one little fantasy years in the making that you kind of need to make come true.”
“What might that be?” I play along.
She reaches out to claw her fingers into my shirt. “Kiss me under the stars again, just like last time we were here.”
I pretend to debate her request, but then I’m lowering my mouth, happy to oblige.
Kissing her is an addiction. It doesn’t matter if she’s in a foul or pleasant mood, I want her mouth both on mine and wrapped around me.
I want my name to escape her lips as she pleads, and her mouth should always look like I’ve ruined her in the best possible way.
I groan as she runs the tip of her tongue along mine, and she pulls her body up, pressing her breasts against my chest. It can never be just a simple kiss with her, Hadley must know that.
“Let me make you come.” I scrape my teeth gently below her ear because it always makes her shiver from the tickle of my short scruff.
A chuckle rumbles in the back of her throat, but it only makes her neck elongate, and she’s offering me more opportunity to trail my mouth on her body.
“You seem very eager,” she hums.
No shit. I’m scolding myself that I’m not better behaved.
I slip my hand between our bodies to enable my fingers to search for the zipper of her jeans. “Hadley, whether we were arguing or perfectly content with each other, making you come is the best way to leave you speechless.”
She isn’t stopping me, and my fingers dip into her damp and warm panties, and I rumble a sound when my fingers get drenched in her arousal. I’m already going dizzy from the thought of my tongue enjoying every drop of her.
“We’re in the middle of nowhere, and I swear I just heard an owl or some wild creature,” she observes.
I continue to stroke her, feeling her tremble under my touch. “I’m the fucking wild creature, so let me have my way.” My voice is filled with reverence.
“Are you about to have a hissy fit?” Hadley has the audacity to taunt me right now.
My response is to spear a digit inside of her that instantly causes her breath to halt and her internal walls to wind tightly around my finger. “Depends, do I get to have you coming all over my hand?”
She struggles to form words as I slip my thumb between us to ensure her clit continues to receive the attention it deserves. Her breath hitches again, and her mouth parts open as her body responds to my touch.
“I guess it’s the least I can let you do since you did arrange a romantic picnic under the stars. You’re such a softie when it comes to dating.”
“Whoa, you have the audacity to tease me right now? I’m by no means soft.” I’ll show her.
In a flash, I yank down her jeans and panties until they’re stuck around one of her ankles, then knock her knees to part to give me a canvas because I’m on my stomach in no time, with my arms hooked under her thighs.
My mouth covers her pussy, my tongue flicking her clit before drawing circles.
I could get high just from the taste of her.
I’m trying to ignore how hard I am, but it just makes me determined.
“Connor,” she bellows out, her fingers clawing my hair.
Briefly, I glance up. “You will come all over my tongue and you will not look away while I do it.”
Her eyes drop to watch me. “Fine, yes, don’t stop,” she nearly slurs before another moan escapes her.
My fingers dig into her thighs while I keep her splayed open, and I continue to lick her senseless. I could spend hours feasting on her and I wouldn’t get bored.
“Remind me who this pussy belongs to,” I murmur as I grasp for air.
“Someone who managed to get a ring on my finger.” Her voice strains as she pieces a sentence together.
I still my tongue on her pussy before retreating my head back.
Hadley giggles, and with her face flushed and highlighted from the lanterns, I’m only wanting to devour her even more.
“Say my name,” I grit out in demand because I hate leaving her pussy unsatisfied.
She touches herself with her finger and my eyes have a full view of Hadley playing and ensuring I watch. Her finger swirls where my tongue just was. “Hmm… I think my pussy might belong to this guy I kind of woke up with.”
“Hadley,” I snarl with an uncontrollable grin.
“Connor,” she says matter-of-factly. “In this moment, my pussy is all yours.”
“It always was.”
Her hips buckle from the work of her finger. “Debatable.”
I shake my head and growl before I push her hand away and continue on my quest. I don’t ease her into her oncoming orgasm; I lick that spot and repeat over and over until she’s convulsing on my mouth.
I don’t stop even when she’s shaking. I continue to lick her relentlessly as her body pulses and she curses my name.
Only when I feel her weaken do I finally move back to enjoy the view of her body completely spent, with a drowsy smile curling on her lips.
I help slide her pants back up before I dip my mouth down to kiss her, knowing she’s tasting herself on my lips.
Ignoring my dick that wants to break free against the fabric of my jeans, I take the high road. “Should we swing by Jolly Joe’s for a sundae on the way home?” I pretend the last few minutes didn’t happen, just to rile her.
“Was I not your dessert?” She throws on a pout for effect.
“Not even close. I need you swallowing me, before you insist I come inside of you so you can watch my come drip down your thighs, then you take your finger and swipe it up into your mouth while I watch you suck it all off. That’s dessert.”
Her jaw drops open, and her eyes grow into saucers. She has no clue the dirty thoughts I harbor for her.
Reaching to my side, I pick up my wine and take a sip before getting cozy on the blanket and welcoming her back in my arms, because I’m a fucking gentleman.
Walking back into the house, I don’t understand why Hadley is so quiet.
We laughed some more while we looked at the stars and talked about wanting to visit Iceland or Norway.
By the time it was midnight, we realized that ice cream wouldn’t be in our cards and instead drove home on the dark roads with good music playing in the car.
Maybe I should have been concerned that she didn’t say much in the car, but a permanent half-smile was glued to her face when she occasionally glanced my way.
But as we walk into our bedroom, she seems stressed.
She pivots to face me and points a finger to confront me. “I detest you!”
What the fuck is this turnaround?
“No, you don’t, but enlighten me. What have I done now?” I scratch my cheek and remain calm, ignoring the whiplash that I should be experiencing.
“You were romantic and giving and everything I shouldn’t enjoy.” She seems angrier with herself than anything.
My lips quirk out as I step closer to stand off with her; we’re good at this. “That’s a bad thing?”
“Yes! I shouldn’t let you have it so easy,” she nearly squeals.
I take hold of her wrists by wrapping my hands around them. “Are you making it easy? Because we have two very different interpretations.”
The spark in her eyes is beautiful and promising.
“You should have to work harder, but…” Her lips roll in, and she appears frustrated, yet her demeanor is folding.