Chapter 14
Raelyn
He fisted the back of my sweater, took a step back, and pinned me against the wall, then released my mouth just long enough to warn, “You need to be sure about this, Rae, because once we cross that line—”
“I’m sure, Conor.”
“You say that, but it wasn’t that long ago when you ran out on me and—”
“That’s not going to happen again. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”
I wanted to believe I could overcome my fears and stand true to my promise, but even as I stood there wanting Lynch like I did, I felt a twinge of uncertainty.
I didn’t want anything to ruin this moment between us, so I lifted up on my tiptoes and pressed my mouth against his, silencing our doubts.
I was afraid he’d push me away, but instead, he kissed me back.
Lynch’s lips were soft and warm, but his entire body felt rigid and tense, a clear sign of his doubts.
I understood what Lynch was trying to say. He was worried about things moving too fast, but this felt right.
All I wanted was for us to forget our issues and get lost in the moment.
My wish was granted as soon as I brushed my tongue against Lynch’s bottom lip, breaking the last of his resistance.
His hand dove into my hair, fingers clutching the nape of my neck as he pulled me closer.
A low groan shook through his chest as he delved deeper into my mouth, and I could barely keep my balance as a wave of desire crashed over me.
I was completely consumed by need and thought Lynch felt the same, but the second I inched closer, he stepped back and pulled himself free from our connection.
With his jaw clenched, he looked down at me and growled, “Do you have any idea what I want to do to you right now?”
Feeling brazen, I looked him straight in the eye and replied, “Show me.”
Before I even had a chance to blink, Lynch had me pinned against the wall.
My God.
He looked unbelievably sexy, towering over me, and every single nerve in my body came alive as he slowly lowered his mouth to mine once again. The man who’d invaded my dreams for weeks kissed me long and hard, making me lose all self-control as I relished the sensation of having him so close.
I watched in awe as he removed his shirt, then tossed it to the floor. He dropped his hands to my waist while my fingers trailed along the curves of his perfectly defined chest. The wild look in his eyes shot straight to my core. “Conor.”
His voice was low and gruff as he whispered, “Tell me what you want, Rae.”
I’d never had a problem speaking my mind, but at that moment, my thoughts were in a frenzy, and it was hard to form any words. I took a moment to collect myself and eventually replied, “You ... I want you.”
As soon as the words left my mouth, he kissed me, and any lurking doubts in the back of my mind disappeared.
His hands became rough and impatient as they skated over my breasts and cupped them in his palms. He caressed each through the fabric of my shirt, making me feel so wanted, so utterly desirable, that I couldn’t get enough.
The warmth of his breath brushed over my skin as he said in a hushed tone, “So fucking incredible.”
My heart raced as his hand inched its way down my stomach and slipped under the waistband of my leggings. When his fingers drifted lower, in between my legs, my entire body shivered with anticipation as his fingertips grazed the lining of my lace panties.
I loved the feeling of Conor’s hands on my body.
Every single touch added fuel to the fire and made me yearn for more.
I rested my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes as he eased the fabric of my panties to the side.
I had no doubt he’d find I was already wet as his fingers skillfully slid inside me.
My breath caught when he began teasing my clit with the pad of his thumb, using just the right amount of pressure that made my knees weak.
It felt incredible, better than I’d ever dreamed possible, and within a couple of minutes, my orgasm started to take hold.
As soon as his fingers curled deep inside and hit my G-spot, I was done.
With a satisfied moan, my head fell back, and my entire body trembled as the force of my climax surged through me, causing me to mumble repeatedly, “Oh God, yes!”
I was practically floating, but my blissful haze quickly turned to disappointment when Conor removed his hand from my panties. My eyes met his, and I nearly came again when he said, “Fucking hell, woman. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get enough of you.”
I didn’t respond. I was too consumed with desire to form the words, so I dropped my hands to the waistline of Conor’s jeans, unbuckled his belt, and pulled down the zipper. Once I’d lowered them to his hips, he took over, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out a condom from his wallet.
I watched him ease it over his long, thick shaft as I quickly removed my leggings and panties. Once he was done, he lifted me up and pressed my back against the living room wall as I wrapped my legs around his waist, grazing his cock against my center.
I was nearly panting when he finally reached between us and took his shaft in his hand. He lifted me up, then thrust deep inside in one fell swoop, and I gasped at the invasion. Concern flashed through his eyes when he asked, “You good?”
I nodded with an incoherent mumble.
Conor gave me a moment to adjust before he placed his hands under my ass.
He started to move, slow and easy, until I tightened my legs around him, nudging him close to take him deeper.
He took the cue and pulled back, plunging into me, again and again, and it didn’t take him long to find that spot—the one that made every nerve tingle.
Consumed by lust and emotion, I rocked my hips in time with his, meeting his every thrust, and with each second that passed, I was closer to the edge. He continued driving into me with a relentless rhythm, and it wasn’t long before I felt my climax building, burning through my veins.
A deep groan resonated through his chest as he quickened his pace, and that was all it took. My release crashed over me, causing my entire body to tense around him.
While still planted deeply inside of me, Conor started towards the corner of the room and lowered me onto the sofa.
Once I was settled, he eased my shirt and bra over my head, then tossed them to the floor.
He gazed down at me, and as his eyes slowly roamed over every inch of my body, goosebumps prickled against my skin from the heat of his stare.
A warmth washed over me when he whispered, “So fucking beautiful.”
He trailed kisses past my collarbone and down to my breasts while heavy breaths and low moans filled the room. He pulled a nipple into his mouth, and as he continued to nip and suck along the curves of my breast, he moved inside me with slow, shallow thrusts.
My God, he felt so good.
His mouth.
His hands.
His cock.
Every touch was heightened by a craving that sent me into complete sensory overload when he increased his pace. His movements suddenly became rough and demanding as he took me deeper and harder.
“Yes!” I cried as I tightened around him.
I was getting close, and when Conor’s body grew taut, there was no doubt that he was as well.
We were completely in sync as he slid his hands underneath my backside to lift me higher, and angling his position, he instantly found the spot that would send us both over the edge.
Seconds later, my orgasm ripped through me, and he let out a gratified groan as he thrust into me one last time, giving in to his own release.
After several moments, he slowly eased off me, removed the condom, and tossed it into to the trash before dropping down on the sofa next to me. I let my head fall back on the cushion as I tried to catch my breath and was still deep in a haze when Conor turned to me and asked, “You okay over there?”
“Oh, I’m more than okay.”
“Good.” He stood, then bent down and lifted me into his arms. “Then, you won’t have a problem with having another go.”
“Yeah, I’d definitely be okay with that.”
I slipped my arms around his neck and held on as he carried me into the bedroom. We spent the better half of the night locked away in my room making love and, once we were completely spent, passed out and drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, I woke up to the sounds of Conor scrambling around the room as he put on his clothes. I sat up in bed, stretched, then yawned and mumbled, “Good morning.”
“Morning, beautiful. How’d you sleep?”
“Like a rock. How ’bout you?”
“The same.” He pulled his t-shirt over his head before leaning down and kissing me on the forehead. “Wish I could’ve slept a little longer.”
With his tussled hair and five o’clock shadow, Conor looked even hotter than he had last night. It was all I could do to keep myself from jumping out of that bed and pouncing on him, but I could see he had other plans. Trying to hide my disappointment, I asked, “Are you leaving?”
“Afraid so.” He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled on his boots. “I’ve gotta get over to the clubhouse and check on things there, but I want to see you later.”
“I have an appointment this morning.” I groaned at the mere mention of my scheduled therapy session but quickly rebounded and continued, “And then I’m meeting with Rebecca about her parents’ anniversary party, but I’m free after that.”
“Good deal.” He leaned in, gave me a quick kiss, then stood up. “I’ll give you a shout later.”
“Okay, talk to you then.”
Lynch walked out of my bedroom, and seconds later, I heard the front door open and close.
I didn’t want to be late for my appointment, so I forced myself out of bed and rushed to the bathroom for a shower.
As soon as I was done, I put on my favorite jeans and a sweater, then headed into the kitchen for some breakfast.
I was just about to pour myself a cup of coffee when I heard, “Sounded like you had quite a time last night.”
“Oh, shit, Haleigh. You heard us?”