Page 28 of Made Better Together

He grins and gives me a quick peck on the mouth. “I’m going to rearrange us.”

Pulling me gently away from the tree, he slips in between, standing against it as I’d been. Then he brings my body along his, my back to his front. Once I’m where he wants, he wraps one of his arms across my waist, caging me in.

“There, now we can both watch the fireworks…” His breath brushes my ear.

The warm strength of his body is even more apparent in this position. Not to mention that arm he has spread across my stomach? It’s got that sexy forearm vein thing going on.

Thank God Bree made me send that DM.

A pretty rainbow explosion hits the sky, and we’re both quiet as we take it in. Then, the night is silent for a few moments.

“It can’t be over?” I ask. It’s only been a couple of minutes long.

“Nah, they must just be reloading or something.” I feel him lean his face down behind me. “Which gives me time to do this.”

And suddenly, he’s nipping at my ear, gentle tugs accompanied by his pleased hum.

“Oh…” I exhale, pleasure shooting through that side of my face, my neck.

A warm, hot sensation hits behind my ear next, as another set of booms goes off. Whoa—he’s licking there with the tip of his tongue. A soft growl follows, and then he does it again.

With the onslaught of his attention, I’m overwhelmed by the compulsion to get closer to him, and the space between my legs is throbbing with need. The urges too heady to fight, I press my ass into his thigh along where it’s resting.

Connor chuckles, clearly sensing me shift. “That feel good?” His voice is husky, and his dick is a solid ridge against my back, a sign he’s enjoying himself too.

“Yes, I want…” I don’t know exactly how to finish that sentence.

“Say what you want. You can say anything to me.”

Only one word fits. “More…”

“Uh-huh, I got you.” One more nip at my ear, and he straightens. “Keep your eyes on the fireworks.”

Okay?

Not feeling any pull to protest, I do what he asks, trying to focus on the flash of lights instead of the sweeping tingles that signal my body’s desire.

A split second later, the arm around my waist swings up to my collarbone, pinning me lightly against him. His other hand comes to a rest on my stomach before reaching down to the hem of my skirt.

I can only feel the heat of his hand there, since I’m watching the fireworks, like he requested.

“I’m going to touch you and make you feel good.” The intent in his voice is palpable.

He doesn’t move yet, though. He’s waiting for me to agree.

“Yes,” I gasp out.

“I’ve got you,” he repeats.

He slips his hand underneath the front of my skirt. The denim is stretchy because a girl likes to be comfortable, right? It comes in handy now as he’s able to move it easily, the skirt riding up my legs.

Slowly, he inches his hand up, meeting my bikini-style underwear.

“Still alright?”

“Yes.”

He slides his hand further, until I know he’s feeling my wetness through the fabric. A self-satisfied groan escapes his mouth.