Without warning, he buries his face in my hair and inhales deeply, groaning out his satisfaction. I choke on a gasp and throw my arms and legs around him. “Connor—”
“Yeah, baby?” The words come in pieces as he lays warm kisses down the sensitive skin of my neck.
Good. God. My nipples harden painfully and every hair follicle I have stands to attention as I hold onto him for dear life. “Do you mean what I think you mean?”
Moving away only long enough to turn the lamp back on, he straddles me again, bracing his forearms on either side of my pillow as his head descends. “Depends.” The word slides like the finest silk against the shell of my ear. “If you think I’m going to slowly kiss my way down this sweet neck, take my sweet time unzipping this cute little kitten suit, and then spread your legs and eat you until you pass out from pleasure, you’d be right. Is that what you were thinking?”
Now I feel silly for wearing a onesie to bed with this sexy beast, but it doesn’t stop the wetness dampening my panties. If he breathes on me just the right way, I swear I’m going to come. “Connor,” I whimper.
“Right here, kitten. And I’m about to be”—his fingers press the seam of my onesie—“here.” A low moan leaves me at his touch, and the toothy grin he gives me looks devilish as the shadows play around his face. “I know, baby, I know. And I’ll get there, but not yet. You have to be patient.”
“No,” I groan. “I can’t. It’s been too long since Si—” Quicker than a sprung mouse trap, my mouth falls shut. I should know better than to mention another man’s name at a time like this. “Sorry.”
“No need to apologize.” Teeth nip my ear lobe, then he growls into my ear, “By the time I’m done with you, you won’t even remember that name. Only mine.”
Shivers wrack my frame at his dark promise, but I don’t have time to dwell on it because he nudges my head up with his nose to gain access to the vulnerable expanse of my neck. Hot, wet kisses dance across the exposed area, warm licks following suit.
“My kitten,” Connor rasps out. “All mine.” A hint of teeth accompanies his kiss, and I return the bite by digging my nails into his back. His thickening cock kicks against me as he hisses, “Yes. Mark me.”
I do. I drag my nails down his back, acting like the so-called kitten he claims I am. And when his mouth latches onto my neck and sucks, I emit a quiet shriek into his ear and drag my hands up to cradle his head and thread my fingers through his hair to hold him right where I want him.
But my fingers fumble for traction because there’s nothing there. “Why don’t you have hair?” I huff, mild irritation mixing with the passion. “I can’t hold onto you.”
His mouth slowly travels to my chin, and when our eyes meet, I swear I can see the devil in his gaze when he says, “Don’t worry, kitten. I’ll hold on hard enough for the both of us.” Lowering his head, he grabs the zipper of my onesie between his teeth and slowly drags it down, glancing up at me with lust blazing in his dilated pupils. Bits of cool air hit my exposed skin as the suit falls open to reveal my bare breasts and my panties.
Panties?Oh, God. Panicked, I almost zip myself back up until I remember I’m wearing one of my better cotton pairs that don’t have holes.
Whew. That was close.
When he reaches the vee of my legs, he straddles me, putting sweet pressure right where I need it most. And then he just stares at me, dark eyes burning me with their heat as they move down my form.
My hands reach for him and land on his muscular thighs, massaging in little circles. “God, Connor. Do something,” I moan. “I need you. Need this.”
A mischievous smile spreads over his face. “Patience, baby. Let me look at you.”
So full of need I’m about to burst, I will myself to relax and run my eyes over him instead. I can barely see the tribal tattoo on his neck because of the low lighting, but it makes me want to pull his shirt off and see what he’s hiding. Make him show himself to me and just sit there in front of me, electrified with passion and forced to wait.
His hands fall to my waist and gently squeeze, but he does nothing else.
That’s it. I’ve had it.
I didn’t suffer through six years of bad sex only to have to wait for this man to take his damn sweet time. I want to feel good, and I want to feel good now. Horniness is one of the good symptoms of pregnancy, right?
With a tiny growl, I lurch upward and stuff my hand down his pants, ignoring his surprised grunt as my hand wraps around his thick, hard cock. “You”—I squeeze him firmly, loving the way it jerks in my palm—“are taking too damn long. Do something. Now.” I fall back against the pillow and tug him by his dick so he comes with me. “Look later.”
A throaty chuckle of dark amusement hits the air, even as lust hardens his features. “As my kitten commands.” Forcing my hands from his cock, he lays them to each side of me and threads our fingers together. “Remember,” he warns huskily as he brushes his mouth over a bare nipple, “you asked for it.”
With no warning, he strikes. I throw my head back and hiss my pained pleasure as his teeth nip me. “Yesss.” That was a bit more rough than I was expecting. Or maybe my nipples are just more sensitive because I’m pregnant. Regardless, it drives me wild.
Connor covers me with sucking kisses and stinging bites, licking the valley of my chest as he moves from one breast to the other and sucks hard enough to pull blood just under the surface. Giving one painfully hard peak a thorough lashing with his tongue, he surveys his handiwork with pride. “Those,” he says roughly, his deep voice reaching where his fingers haven’t touched yet, “are the only marks that should be on your body.”
“Hickeys and love bites?”
Another devilish smirk. “No. Ones I’ve put there.” With that, he licks and bites a path down my stomach to my belly button.
My legs kick and I try futilely to free my hands from his strong grasp. “Stop! That tickles!” I laugh and squirm underneath him even as the woman in me loves how weak I am compared to him.
He chuckles with me but wraps his legs over mine to hold them captive.“Quit looking. Do something. Stop tickling,”he mimics me in falsetto. “Seems to me you just need to lay there and take what I give you. Patience is a virtue, Rosanna. Bossiness isn’t.”
