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“Why didn’t you kiss me before,” she says, breathing so heavy she can hardly speak.
“Because,” I warn her, “Once I start kissing you… I know I’ll never stop. Not ever, understand?”
I let go of her wrist, but her hand lingers, drawing another low sound from me before she turns away, torn between me and the life outside.
The life with her father we both know she’s expected to return to.
The life we both know is so different from mine, the one I can’t let her return to.
Chapter Nine
Rachel
He’s only doing what I feel like doing, hanging up and grabbing hold of each other instead.
What we should have done from the moment he found me in his bedroom, bent down on all fours like that.
Who are we kidding? Even I know there’s something undeniable between us, even though I’m scared to death to act on it.
But Conor’s not.
“Why didn’t you kiss me?” I ask him, really I’m asking myself the same question, why do I run, why do I always put myself down? Why do I always tell myself nothing good ever happens to Rachel Beckett?
Well, something good is happening and it won’t happen any faster if I run now, if I go home to my dad.
If I move away I will live the rest of my life wondering what would’ve happened if-
I turn to face him again, both my hands on his chest. I can feel his heart pounding, the same pulse I feel from his jeans once he pulls me closer.
I only hear one word before his mouth covers mine.
It’s hot, sweet, and wet. He’s as good a kisser as he is at everything else, I can just tell. And I should know, I’ve been an expert kisser for all of two seconds now.
“Mine,” he tells me, demanding, before drawing me closer to him, lifting me somehow as if I weigh nothing.
His huge, strong arms surrounding me and caressing me, his lips like electricity over mine. Our bodies pressing so close I feel my robe starting to come undone, wanting it to.
Wanting to be naked against him.
Wanting him to put those hands and that mouth all over every single inch of me and give me more of this feeling.
It’s lips only at first, but once I feel my robe sliding open and a warm hand cupping my chest, it’s only natural our tongues meet and we both groan with pleasure.
I feel my legs hooking around his strong waist, my soft thighs against his hard body, that fat dick of his riding straight up my slick valley as I start to grind against him like some wild animal in heat.
His fingers on my chest circle my nipple, almost pinching before relaxing until I whimper hard, urging him to pinch me.
Tell me I’m not dreaming, prove this is real.
I wince when his hand moves to my shoulder, reminding me of that random fall I had, and hear my intake of breath becoming a low purr, I hope it leaves a bruise so I can remember this day for as long as I can.
There doesn’t need to be any words between us now, I feel Conor starting to move, walking as he holds me up.
Walking me towards the hallway.
“Valentine, stay,” he says in a firm tone, shaking slightly with what I know is his own arousal. I can feel the thick heat of it grinding into my pussy with each step he takes, making me moan louder and with an impatience, I can’t understand until I feel my own climax building. Feeling my own wetness running down my thighs and pooling in my ass where Conor’s hands suddenly are, holding me up.
“I’ve got something to help with that,” he promises me, and we pass through the familiar carpeted hallway into a huge sitting room.
Nudging the door open with his foot, I can smell the warmth of old books, leather, and more of that subtle scent of his. It’s like each room in his house has a slightly different version of it, like the moods and actions of the man himself.
I feel him bending down but I don’t want us to separate, and I make a strangled sound that seems to tell him everything.
Once I feel the warm leather under me, I understand, and just like I imagined, I feel those thick hands start to move up and down the inside of my thighs, my head thrown back as I let out a low moan.
The robe I’m wearing is wide open and so am I once his fingers find their mark, spreading my pussy lips apart and wasting no time before I feel his whole mouth over my quivering hole.
I swear loudly, bucking against his face so hard I’m sure it must hurt him, but he only lets out a low sound, a deep and powerful sound that vibrates through my clit, right up inside me to a new place I know I want to feel him reach with that huge cock of his.
