I grin and suck on his bottom lip. “I’m in your clothing.”
“Shit…” He shakes his head, his eyes roaming over his shirt still covering my arms and open beneath me. “God knows I’m no angel…”
I sink my teeth into his lip, and his entire body goes rigid. “Then get out of these pants and fucking prove it.”
It only takes a split-second to know I’ve won.
His grip on my wrists loosens enough for me to slip my hands free and reach between us to fumble with his jeans. I manage to get them open, and he shoves them down, toeing off his boots onto the floor so he can slide off the bed and pull his pants free. He tugs off his socks and grabs the hem of his t-shirt, tugging it up over his head and letting it fall with the rest of our clothes.
Hell…
He stands at the edge of the bed, fully nude in front of me for the first time in our lives, and my pussy clenches again just looking at Connor McBride in all his natural glory.
Strong, broad shoulders.
Bulging biceps above thickly corded forearms that end with strong, calloused hands.
A massive chest that tapers to rock hard abs leading to his thick length jutting out proudly, more than ready for me.
I had that monster inside me last night?
Good God.
He reaches down and strokes it as he climbs onto the bed, his knees making the mattress sink. Poised above me, he continues to touch himself, and something about such a powerful man handling his cock that way makes my skin rush with heat.
I reach up and grab his wrist, stilling the movement and tug him down on top of me. He settles between my legs and drags the head of his cock through my release. Closing my eyes, I wrap my arms around him and arch up in invitation, but he slips just the head of it inside me and stills.
What?
I open my eyes and gaze up at him. “Why’d you stop?”
Connor brushes his lips across mine in an almost reverent way. In a way that steals my breath and momentarily stops my heart. “Because I want to take you slow.”
God, that sounds like torture…
Probably because it would be.
Because that’s what this man wants to do.
Torture me.
He wants to make me suffer the way that I’ve made him suffer the last fifteen years, and I suppose I maybe deserve it after all I’ve learned about the past and this current Connor.
A smirk pulls at his lips. “Don’t look so terrified, Raven.”
“Shouldn’t I be?”
The tiniest flicker of uncertainty flashes across his gaze before he slowly pushes into me until he’s fully seated. My pussy contracts around him as I adjust to his thick length, the stretch both delicious and borderline painful with the ache still there from last night.
“Fuck…”
That single word that perfectly sums up my thoughts on the current situation too tumbles from his lips as he drops his forehead against mine.
His heavy breath fans across my lips, and he buries his fingers in my hair and tilts my head up so he can capture my mouth with his.
The kiss is mind-bending in a way our others haven’t been.
It’s slow and torturously sweet.
