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“You shouldn't be out in this storm,” he said, his voice harsh.
“I didn't realize you were so concerned for my well-being.” I arched a brow, irritation warring with arousal.
“I'm not. I just don't feel like carrying your unconscious body back here when lightning strikes you.”
“How thoughtful.” My gaze drifted down to the bulge in his jeans before I could stop it. Fuck, this back-and-forth arguing was arousing him too.
Connor followed my gaze and smirked. "See something you like, Scooter?"
Heat flooded my cheeks for the second time in as many minutes. “No, I—”
A loud crash of thunder shook the windows of the cabin, and the sky opened up, rain pounding against the roof with fury.
“You should get inside. And stay there.” Connor's voice was tight, his eyes a dark indigo.
"Aren't you coming in?" I tilted my head to the side, a challenge in my tone.
Connor's jaw clenched, and for a moment I thought he might refuse. But then he was crowding me back into the cabin, kicking the door shut behind us.
“You really should be more careful,” he muttered, raking a hand through his hair. It was already damp from the rain, and my fingers itched to bury themselves in the soft strands.
“I'll try to be less reckless in the future,” I said.
Connor let out an exasperated breath. "Why do you have to be so stubborn?"
"Why are you so bossy?" I shot back.
We stared at each other for a long moment, chests heaving, tension simmering between us.
Then Connor backed me up against the wall, his lips crashing down on mine. The kiss was hard and hungry, filled with all the pent-up frustration we'd been throwing at each other over the years.
I moaned into his mouth, tangling my fingers in his hair and pulling him closer. He growled, nipping at my bottom lip, and wedged a thigh between my legs. I rocked against him, seeking friction, and was rewarded with a low groan.
"Fuck, Scooter," Connor panted against my mouth. "The way you drive me crazy…."
"Not as crazy as you drive me," I retorted breathlessly.
Connor grasped my hips and lifted me, urging me to wrap my legs around his waist. I obeyed eagerly, desire flooding my veins like liquid fire.
"Bed. Now." Connor's eyes were nearly black with lust as he carried me across the room.
The storm raged outside, rain lashing against the windows, but in here there was only heat. Delicious, scorching heat, and I never wanted to be cold again.
Connor deposited me onto the bed none too gently, following me down to crush me into the mattress with his larger frame. I moaned, arching into him, craving the delicious weight of his body on mine.
His clever fingers found the hem of my shirt and tugged it over my head before moving to the button of my jeans. I reciprocated, fumbling with the closures of his shirt in my haste to feel his bare skin against mine.
Finally, we were both naked, and Connor settled himself between my spread thighs, pinning me in place with his hips. I whimpered at the feel of his erection nudging against my entrance, hot and insistent.
“Please,” I begged, not caring how wanton I sounded. I needed him, needed to be filled and claimed, owned in a way I'd never experienced before.
“Not yet,” Connor rasped. He trailed a hand down between us, fingers dancing over my slick center and drawing a desperate cry from my lips. “You're so wet for me already. I want to see you come apart first.”
I moaned in protest, but then his fingers were sliding inside me, curling to stroke just the right spot. My back arched, and I fisted my hands in the sheets, pleasure rippling through me in waves.
Connor watched me with a predatory gleam in his eyes, adding a third finger and increasing the pace. "That's it, Scooter. Cum for me."
The coil of heat in my belly tightened impossibly—and then snapped. I came, my inner walls rhythmically clenching around his fingers.
