“You can’t just tease me and then head off to lunch,” I say, before kissing him.
Connor groans, gripping the back of my head and tilting it to give him better access to my mouth. My hands are on his body, unbuckling his belt and unhooking his jeans.
“Someone can come back,” he says.
“I don’t care.” I’m dying for him; I have been since last night. I pull away from him. “I read your letter.”
Connor freezes, eyes bouncing between mine. “Oh?”
I lick his bottom lip. “I still think you should have called me, but I understand why you did what you did. Idon’tsupport it. Don’t mistake my understanding for support. I would appreciate it if you can just talk to me in the future and if you do something like this again, we’re done.”
The biggest grin spreads across his lips, his eyes like sparkling gemstones.
“I’m never letting you go, baby girl,” he promises.
He presses me against the wall of a stall, lifting me to wrap my legs around his waist.
“Too many clothes,” I complain.
“We should go back to the house.”
“Too far.”
I quickly remove my upper layer of clothes. Connor turns me, pressing my front to the wall and then I feel him. The head of his cock notching at my entrance and he comes inside in a forceful thrust, stretching me with his thick cock. I let my head fall forward to rest on the wall as Connor rests his head on my shoulder.
He doesn’t move and I don’t urge him to. We stay like that, reveling in our connection.
“I need you more than my next breath,” he says.
“You have me,” I whisper.
He grasps my wrists with both hands, holding them above my head and he grips my hip with his other hand as he pulls out and thrusts deep. I gasp, body jerking forward with his movements, but he’s got me trussed up against him.
“You don’t understand how desperate I am, Scarlett. I’m a starving man without you.”
My throat tightens. “Connor.”
His name is a whisper lost in the wind.
His cock plunges into me again and again, our sounds filling the stable. The only sounds I hear are his words of lust in myear, his groans, and pleasure. My clit throbs with the need to come, but I don’t touch myself. I want to elongate this moment as much as possible.
Connor doesn’t feel the same way because he reaches around, rolling his thumb over my clit. My body spasms, core clenching around him as I come with a loud cry of his name. Connor follows, spilling into me with powerful bursts, his groan filling my ears.
He removes his t-shirt, uses it to clean me up as best he can as I blush furiously.
Once our clothes are back in the right place, he cups my face, tilting my head back to look at him.
“I love you, Scarlett.”
“Is the ring for me?” I ask, suddenly getting this niggling worry in the back of my mind that it’s for someone else.
Connor blinks in surprise. “You saw it?”
“When I was looking for socks,” I say with a nod.
Sighing, he kisses my temple, pulling me against him. “I bought it a month before I left.”
“You were going to propose when we hadn’t been dating for six months?” I ask, incredulous.
