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Apparently he was all about multitasking, because he dropped to his knees to peel my panties off, pressing a kiss to the underside of my belly, the top of my thigh, the top of my mound, all before answering, “’However long the day, the evening will come.’”
I lifted a brow. “You work nights, bud. Does that mean you don’t like your days with me? You crave the bar at night?” I was grinning and there was a slight lift to my voice.
“No, smartass.” He slapped my ass before standing and I stepped out of the lace pooled at my feet. “It means no matter how bad, no matter how long, the good will always come.”
“Wow, Conor O’Gallagher has a philosophical side.”
He just chuckled, shaking his head. “You really are a smartass.” He reached behind me to undo the clasp of my bra, but when he did and the material didn’t fall, the change in his face, from gleeful to confused, was comical.
“How the fuck does this come off?” Both of his hands went to my back to hold out the ends, but because it was a multi-way bra and I crisscrossed the straps…
“What, a man with your sexual prowess hasn’t encountered a multi-way bra?”
“This a trick question?” His brows were down in concentration, but he still looked determined.
“Over my head, cowboy.”
I reached in front of me to pull the cups over my breasts, which spilled out when unconfined, and started to shimmy and twist it off over my head when Conor got with the program and finished the job.
“Finally,” he said on an exasperated sigh, making me laugh. His hands went straight to my over-sized breasts and he kneaded them in his hands. “God, watching these get bigger and not being about to do anything with them…” He cut off his thought when he bent low to suck on one of my nipples. My head fell back at the feel of his mouth over me and I put my hands in his hair, keeping him pressed closed.
“God, Conor.”
He chuckled against my flesh and when he ran his tongue over my now hardened peak, I damn near came. “Oh my God.”
“Damn,” he said, pulling away from my chest. “If I knew abstinence after a really good fuck would get you to start talking, I’d have done it sooner.”
I lifted a brow. “Really, Conor? We had sex, didn’t talk for five months, had sex nearly twice in one day, and then spent a month not touching. How much sooner do you think you should have planned to abstain?”
He grinned, then shrugged. “Should’ve gone with my gut when I was still thinking about you a week after the first time. Should have found you. I could have figured it out.”
“With what information?” I was trying not to, but I couldn’t help but grin at his determination. “You didn’t have my name, you knew nothing about me…”
“Stop being so smart about this, Mia.” His grin was wide. “I should have figured out a way. Now stop talking. I want to feel you around me.” He put his hand between my legs and flicked the tip of his finger over my clit, causing me to moan.
“Yeah, baby, just like that.” He circled those fingers around the nub then strummed it back and forth before slipping his fingers further back. I fully expected him to sink two, if not three, fingers into me straight away, but he surprised me by starting with one.
“Gotta be sure you’re ready,” he said, watching my face as he moved his finger in and out slowly. “You’re pretty fucking slick here, Mia baby.”
“More,” I said, grinding my hips against his hand.
“Ah, you’re greedy today, yeah?” He pulled his finger out and went back to tormenting my clit.
I growled. Yes, I growled. “Conor.”
“Tell me what you need.” He lowered his mouth to my shoulder, where he pressed small kisses over and over again. His finger between my lower lips continued to play and he put his other hand on the side of my swollen belly. If I weren’t so aroused, I would be smiling with happiness over the fact he always had a hand on my belly, but damn, I waited a long month for this night and I needed him.
“I need your cock, Conor. Your thick, freaking cock. I need you in me,” I said sassily, annoyed with him and so freaking turned on, I would surely burst the moment he filled my pussy with his cock.
Conor threw his head back with a short, loud laugh. “Goddamn, Mia.”
“Well…” The shyness was back. I used my words like he asked me to, but maybe not in the exact way he wanted them.
He must have seen my face shut down because he put his lips to mine, kissing me deeply and thrusting two fingers into me. When my mouth opened, he took the opportunity to sweep his tongue into my mouth, kissing me thoroughly.
He continued to kiss me as his fingers thrusted in and out, scissoring inside me and curling against the walls. Faster and faster, he moved his hand until my legs felt like they were going to give out from under me.
I put my hands on his shoulders and pulled my mouth back, squeezing my eyes shut to focus on both the sensation happening between my legs, and on staying upright. Conor slide his free hand from my belly to my lower back, pressing me just enough to give me additional stability. He slipped a third finger inside my tight space and relentlessly moved his hand, faster now, and at an angle that allowed his palm to get my clit in on the action.
