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“Do you have children?” I stammer.
“No.” His tone sounds sad and detached.
I swallow and press with one more question. “Do you two still talk to one another?”
“There was a time when I visited and talked to her often, but she stopped listening. So, I quit going.”
“This is painful for you, isn’t it?” I pry.
“Was it painful for you to tell me about Jemmy?” he snaps back.
Touché, Connor.
“Yes, very. That was a difficult part of my past I want to just forget. Is that what Shana is for you?”
He nods. “Yes.”
Connor lifts his hand, beckoning me to come closer to him. I slowly close the distance on trepidatious feet. “Those sketches are from years ago, Raven. She’s not a part of my life anymore.” His fingers begin to stroke in soft circles over my back.
“You don’t want to talk about her, do you?” I already know the answer to this question.
Connor shakes his head and his fingers glide up my waist, over my breast to the neckline of my T-shirt. “Never.”
“I stole this,” I say, unable to let the silence get a foothold. I nod down to the shirt I’ve got on.
“A thief and a spy,” Connor ‘tisks'with a click of his tongue. “I’ll have to keep my eye on you, Little Bird.”
He lifts me slightly and readjusts me on his lap so that I’m straddling him. He leans up and kisses me hard and deep. He’s hungry and needy. Heat radiates from his skin. I feel need welling inside me, too. I need to experience the closeness we shared again. I need to know I haven’t ruined whatever this is that’s growing between us. Because I like it. No, I love it.
I wrap my arms around his neck and shift my hips closer, nudging my damp opening over the tip of a hardening rod that rises up between us. I want him to know I understand.
“I need to be inside you,” he growls in command. “Can I? Please.”
I sit up slightly on my knees and grip him in my fist. Slowly, I lower my body onto his. The inside of me is slick from desire, the lube and the seed he spilled earlier that night. He’s thick and my skin is slightly sore, but the feeling of him entering me is wonderful beyond words. I groan as I take all of him inside me.
“I need you, Raven,” Connor says, almost breathless. I know what he’s telling me. He wants to forget all of the painful memories I’ve dragged up. He wants to get lost in pleasure and passion until his body empties all its sadness and anger inside of me. He needs me to take his pain. I need him, too. I need him to need me like this. I need to love him like this. Sex is about giving, not taking. All I want to do is give myself to him.
My head nods and I feel him tilt his hips upward, shifting himself higher into me. He’s long, thick and his thrusts are powerful, coming in hard, quick movements. His large hands grip my backside, spreading me open and lifting and lowering me down on top of him. His pace multiples.
I am forced to grip the chair behind him for balance as he works faster inside me. I start to climb with him. His body slaps against mine in hard claps now. His fingers dig tightly into my flesh and I feel him get closer and closer by the second. Finally, with a primal cry, he comes inside me, hot wet spurts of himself find their means of escape — even if just for a moment.
His mouth returns to mine and he kisses me gently, deeply. My hands drop to his chest as I slowly pull myself off of him, but he grabs my hands and presses them to his chest. He angles his forehead against my cotton-covered breast and I feel his shoulders shudder slightly.
Warm wetness dots over my breast. I close my arms around him, drawing him close while his tears come softly and quietly for several long silent minutes. Outside, the storm begins to subside, and I can’t help but wonder if the ones that rage inside of him ever will.
His cheeks are still damp when his mouth returns to mine and he carefully lifts us off the chair, my legs still clinging around his waist. We walk a few steps and he drops me to my feet. His body never stops touching mine even though we walk separately into the bedroom area. He holds my hand, taking me back to bed.
We make love again. Slowly this time. Over and over, with kisses and tender touches, until our strength is gone and the night is spent.
