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“Sorry, pups. You’re not invited,” he murmured as he kicked the door shut, leaving the dogs outside in the hallway. Alfie whined, and Rebel pawed at the door, but the world outside ceased to exist as he laid her down on the soft mattress, his lips finding hers for another searing kiss. His hands were everywhere, touching and exploring, worshipping every inch of her body with a tenderness that made her heart swell.
She undid the buttons of his shirt, her fingers trembling slightly from the anticipation. His chest was broad and warm beneath her touch, the smattering of hair there slightly rough. Her hands trailed lower, down to the waistband of his jeans. She paused for a moment, gaze meeting his.
He rolled and lay back against the pillows, cushioning his hands behind his head. His smirk was all male. “Do whatever you want to me. I’m all yours.”
She liked the sound of that.
She unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pushing them off him. Her fingers traced a path across his abs and down to where he was thick and hard for her. His breath hitched as she wrapped her hand around his cock, stroking tentatively at first but with growing confidence. He urged her on with a soft breathless whisper of her name, his head tilting back against the pillows. His abs contracted, and his lips parted on a soft curse. She leaned down and traced her tongue over the flared head of him, taking her time in getting to know every ridge and vein that twitched under her touch.
Connelly groaned, his hips lifting off the bed. His fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her in a rhythm that had them both panting. He tasted salty and so damn good, and when she took him fully into her mouth, she couldn’t stop herself from moaning around him.
His hand fisted her hair in a spasm of pleasure, and delicious pain shot through her scalp. She took him deeper, sucking and licking, as she circled his base in a tight grip and pumped him. He grew harder and harder under her touch until he was writhing beneath her.
“Fuck, Vee,” he groaned.
His orgasm was sudden and intense, his hips jerking up from the bed as he filled her mouth. She drank it all down eagerly, loving the taste of him, the feel of him throbbing between her lips. He came down from his high slowly, then tugged her up to him by his grip on her hair. His kiss was rough, possessive.
“Your turn.”
Before she realized what he was doing, he switched their positions, his body pressing hers to the mattress.
And there was the fear.
More of a blip than a spike, and when his mouth descended on hers, she forgot all about it. He undressed her slowly, worshipping her body with his mouth and touch like it was something sacred. He traced a path of kisses down her neck, eliciting a shiver from her. His hands roamed, learning the contours of her. She arched into his touch, wanting more. When he reached her breast, he flicked his tongue over her nipple, making her gasp. One hand slid down between her legs and found her slippery with arousal. He teased, dipping his fingers into her, eliciting a lusty moan of pleasure from her that would do a porn star proud.
She clamped a hand over her mouth as embarrassment burned through her. “Oh my God. I can’t believe I just did that.”
The corner of his lips twitched upward in a devilish grin. “I plan to make you do it again.”
He flicked his thumb against her clit, and her legs shook like they had minds of their own.
“Conn,” she breathed, clutching at the sheets beneath her to hold herself steady.
He laughed softly, and she could feel the vibrations of it against her skin. His fingers continued their rhythm, circling and dipping inside her, each motion sending waves of bliss rippling through her body. She was on fire, her breath coming in sharp gasps as she squirmed beneath him. It was too much, but at the same time, not enough.
His mouth covered hers in a searing kiss, his tongue mimicking the movement of his fingers between her legs.
“Come for me, Vee,” he murmured, his voice dark and thick with desire. He nipped at her neck, sucked on her collarbone, and she arched toward his mouth, wanting more. He took his time over her breasts, pausing at each nipple, and she ran her hands through his hair, urging him on as he suckled greedily. But all too soon, he released her nipple and continued sliding down her body. He kissed her stomach and moved lower, settling between her thighs. She shivered as his warm breath caressed her sex.
Finally, he found her clit with his mouth, sucking it in time with his fingers thrusting inside her. She cried out, arching into his touch, bucking up into it. His tongue was a master at coaxing whimpers from her, stroking and teasing until she was a needy, desperate puddle. His fingers dug into her hips, urging her to grind against his mouth, and her body complied without her conscious thought, seeking the friction she needed so badly.
Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter inside her, building to a precipice she was both terrified and thrilled to reach. The sight of Connelly between her legs, his determined gaze burning into hers—it undid her. He was relentless, his tongue and fingers driving her higher and higher until the world became a smear of colors behind her tightly shut eyes.
The way he loved her was addictive, demanding, all-consuming.
A shudder cascaded through her, pleasure curling and unfurling in a raw, primal pulse. She convulsed around his fingers, climaxing with a wild cry that echoed off the walls of the bedroom.
Connelly didn’t let up, keeping his movements steady even as her body jerked and bucked beneath him. The aftershocks were just as powerful, a series of mini orgasms that made her gasp and moan long after the initial wave of pleasure had crashed over her.
Finally, he withdrew his fingers and kissed a path back up her body, his lips soft against her sensitive skin. He cradled her face in his hands, leaning in to capture her mouth in a tender kiss that tasted of her own arousal. When he broke the kiss, his dark eyes were filled with an emotion so tender it made her heart ache.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, brushing a lock of hair off her forehead.
Still panting, she wrapped her arms around his neck, needing him closer. His weight pressed her further into the mattress, and his hips settled between hers, his cock nudging at her entrance.
He met her gaze. “I don’t have any more condoms.”
In response, she hooked her legs around his back and lifted her hips, accepting him inside. The slick slide of him entering her sent another surge of pleasure through her nerves endings. All fear and all reservations were swept away. His movements were slow and measured, showing restraint she knew he was struggling to maintain.
