“Connor,” I started, but wasn’t actually sure what I meant to say.
A slow and knowing smirk bloomed as he backed me toward the wall with nothing but his presence. One hand braced beside my head, the other settling at my hip. His forehead dipped to mine, noses brushing, his breath warm against my mouth.
“You can tell me to stop,” he said quietly.
I didn’t because I was a boneless heap of mass already, and he’d barely touched me.
He kissed me, a simple caress of his lips against mine. It shouldn’t have undone me as much as it had, but I was pliant in his hands when they wrapped around my body, curling like a snake around a tree. I was helpless to resist when he kissed me harder and chased my tongue with his. And when I finally raked my nails through his scalp, I found the sound I’d been waiting for. Primal relief, a guttural groan that I needed from him. I swallowed it greedily as he led us to my bedroom, blindly swatting at the walls, lips constantly embraced. It was a push and pull of our bodies, fighting for dominance over one another that made us both wild and breathless.
He tore away with a curse, eyes hooded and fixed on my lips. “I love it when you get like this,” he said.
I moved closer to my bed, my calves hitting the mattress. “Like what?”
He followed, nibbling on the lip I wanted in my mouth. A shadow of hair framing his jaw made him look darker somehow. “Reckless. Flushed.” As he stepped between my legs, I leaned back without thinking, letting him slot himself there. His hands went to the waistband of my pants, thumbs hooking in before he tugged them down just enough to reveal the pink satin beneath.
His breath stalled, shoulders locked, and his tongue drew a line across his lips as though he was remembering the taste of me. Something feral had just snapped awake inside him. Unmistakable heat rolled off him in waves, his gaze dragging over me like he wanted to devour every inch. “And wet,” he growled.
The mattress dipped beneath his weight as he leaned over me, until I was pressed into the sheets, his body bracketing mine. One hand planted beside my shoulder, and the other stayed firmat my hip, holding me there like he’d decided I wasn’t going anywhere.
His face hovered close, eyes dragging over me with open hunger, his breath hitting warm against my mouth. Our bodies met and every cell within me wanted to lean into it—the tension in his arms, the way his jaw stayed tight, the anaconda in his pants pushing against my core.
He dipped his head, breath skimming over my skin, as he got to his knees. Every muscle of mine pulled tight at memories of last night. “Jaysus,” he muttered in that lilted accent of his, more to himself than to me but I liked it all the same because it was like he’d lost the thread of whatever restraint he’d come in with. His forehead pressed to my stomach for a beat, shoulders rising with a slow inhale, and when he looked back up at me, there was nothing playful left in his expression—only unapologetic desire.
My pulse danced at the sight.
He made me feel as though I was the only thing left in the world he cared about touching, tasting, claiming. The possibility of it rolled through me, creating tiny sparks all over.
“Look at you,” he murmured, gaze dropping lower, darkening, and I thought he might say something else, but he didn’t. There was a hint of vulnerability in his voice that caught me off guard. As though it wasn’t about the fact that I was practically soaking my panties for him, but more. I bit down on my lip as his hand slid up my side, spreading wide over my ribs, thumb tracing the faint rise and fall of my breath like he was feeling me exist beneath his palm.
Heat rose inside me like a wave as he pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the satin, the sensation ripping a moan from my throat as my body surged toward him. I curled instinctively, chasing the contact, my hands tangling in his hair as if the feeling would go deeper just by holding on. “Connor—” My voice broke on his name,
The pull in my stomach tightened, coiling hard and fast, my thighs drawing closer around him until two fingers crept inside the material covering my pussy and roughly pushed inside me. His wrist flexed, curling upward with deliberate intent, dragging his fingers back and driving them forward again. Every place I’d been holding myself tight gave way at once, tension spilling outward instead of pulling me inward, my spine bowing as I yielded completely. It was as though a bright light was beaming out of me. I was powerful and alive and the energy surged through my veins, radiant and consuming.
My hips lifted to meet him, hands scrambling for purchase in the sheets as he moved his fingers, spreading them across my stomach to hold me there. My body had forgotten how to do anything except chase the next second of him. Thighs shaking, I let the feeling carry me, trusting it, trusting him, trusting the way my body knew exactly what it wanted. For once, there was no need to control it.
Connor swore quietly under his breath. His mouth was everywhere, nibbling at my hip, kissing my thighs, and still I needed more. “You’re so close, I can feel it,” he murmured. “Such a good fucking girl for me.” The praise sent a fresh rush of heat through me.
He slid his hand beneath my knee, lifting my leg higher over his shoulder so he could reach me at a deeper angle. His mouth trailed hot, wet kisses along my inner thigh while his hand continued a relentless rhythm. “Don’t stop,” I begged, cresting that wave.
“I’m not going to stop,” he said roughly, the words catching in his throat. “Been thinking about this all fecking day.” He thrust his fingers deeper. “Even when I was on the pitch”—another thrust—“all I could think about was you.” His voice deepened with satisfaction. “Couldn’t get you out of my head,” he groaned, hitting that spot over and over.
White-hot heat engulfed me as I listened to him, my walls clenching in anticipation.
“That’s it, squeeze me, right there, sunshine.”
My body was succumbing to him, to this. I was spiraling, and I couldn’t stop the rise of desire. “I’m—Oh shit, I’m coming.”
He exhaled against my thigh. “Yes,” he pleaded, voice rough with need. “Give it to me.”
I let myself come hard and relentlessly, screaming out his name like a prayer. It felt endless, and I’d never felt anything like this before. My body was on fire.
“Oh fuck, sunshine,” he said with a tone deeper than I’d ever heard from him before. When my breathing finally slowed enough for me to think again, reality rushed in all at once. The sheets were damp beneath me, my panties soaked. So was I.
“Oh my god,” I whispered, stunned.
Connor looked up at me like he’d just witnessed something holy, a slow grin breaking across his face. “Yeah,” he said. “I made you fucking squirt.”
My hands flew to my face as red flooded my body. This couldn’t have happened. Not with him, not for the first time in my life.
