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“No?”
“Not if it means you’re about to stop what you’re doing right now.”
Connor chuckles. “Well, that’s the lesson,” he says, still thrusting, still playing me with his hand. “If it feels good, say it. If it doesn’t, don’t fake it.”
“It feels good.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes!”
“Open your eyes, Dana…”
I open them, scolding myself for closing them again without realizing it. He wants to see me, and I want to watch the way his eyes keep drifting to admire my body.
He smiles as I do. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispers. He trembles, his breaths coming faster. “You know that, right?”
“I believe when you say it.”
He groans, the sexy sound curling my toes. Another unstoppable moan spills out of me as he rubs faster against my throbbing clit. I tighten and quiver around him, the sensations so new and intense. My chest aches, my breaths far too shallow, too erratic, but I ignore it in favor of him. His touch. His body. His everything.
I’m having sex with Connor Morgan.
I’m… I’m…
Fuck, I’m?—!
It starts in my core and spreads through my fingers and toes. Every muscle tightens at once, then the tension breaks. Words dissolve on my tongue. Moans echo throughout the room, blending with stiff groans as Connor takes hold of my waist with both hands.
“Fuck.” He thrusts deep, then goes still, his fingers digging harder into my skin. “You’re so fucking hot when you come.”
My body trembles all over. I try to speak, but no words come out. I can’t think of any words to describe what I’m feeling right now, anyway.
But I need to feel it again.
And again.
“More,” I finally say.
Connor caresses my body as he laughs, his hand coming to squeeze my breast. “You need a break,” he says.
“No, really. More.” I hum with pleasure. “Seriously. More.”
“Seriously. Break.”
I sigh, so disappointed, but the feel of his massaging palms is so much sweeter. “Okay,” I say.
“Come here,” he says.
I attempt to move, but my body refuses, my muscles still full of jelly. Connor leans over and picks me up, easily moving me to straddle his lap. I cling to him, settling into his powerful arms and closing my eyes. He kisses my neck, my shoulder. Anywhere his lips can reach.
“Thank you,” he whispers.
I chuckle. “Thank you.”
“No, really, I…” Connor looks at me. “I’ve thought about telling you a thousand times. How I feel. What you mean to me.” He swallows. “Never once did I imagine it ending like this.”
“Why not?” I ask.
