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He kisses me again, his mouth hot and hungry on mine, and I can taste the bourbon on his tongue. Without warning, he grasps the hem of my pajama top and starts to raise it.
“Wait.” I catch his hands.
He lets out a heavy sigh. “What? Please, Ken, don’t say no. I don’t think my heart can take it.”
“No, no, it’s not that. It’s just—please tell me you have condoms. I’m not on the pill, and I didn’t bring anything with me. I certainly wasn’t expecting—” she motions from herself to me “—this.”
When he hesitates to answer, I’m afraid he’s going to say he doesn’t have any. But then he chuckles. “Yes, I have condoms.”
“Why is that so funny?”
“Because it proves how terribly pathetic I am. I borrowed some from Will.”
Now I’m laughing. “You didn’t!”
He nods. “Afraid so.”
“So now Will knows we’re probably going to have sex.”
I shrug. “What can I say? It was an emergency situation, and I wanted to be prepared.” He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a strip of three condoms. He tosses them onto the nightstand, then pulls me close and gazes intently into my eyes.
“What?” I ask.
He smiles. “I’m just taking a second to appreciate the moment.You, in my arms.Me, about to undress you and kiss every inch of your delectable body. Now, where was I?”
Before I know it, he’s got my pajama top off and tosses it aside. Then he kneels down in front of me and runs his hands up my bare legs—thank god I shaved them this afternoon. He hooks his fingers in the waistband of my shorts.
“Never thought I’d be doing this again,” he murmurs as he tugs them down and tosses them aside, leaving me completely naked.
Suddenly, it hits me.I’m naked in front of Connor Murphy. A brand-new Connor Murphy, one who is not only older and wiser, but even sexier than the one I knew before.
His warm hands slide up my legs again, more slowly this time. They slip around to the backs of my thighs, then drift upward until he cups my butt cheeks and gently squeezes. Then he leans closer, so close, right in front of me so he can press his nose between my legs. I gasp, and my knees give way.
With a soft chuckle, he catches me when I stumble and lowers me to the bed, still kneeling in front of me.
The air feels deliciously cool on my heated skin, and I’m shivering not just from the temperature but for all sorts of reasons, namely nerves and arousal. And yes, I’m feeling a bit self-conscious. I haven’t been naked in front of someone in a very long time. Since I left Connor, no one I’ve dated has gotten past second base. And now Connor’s about to hit a homerun.
The way Connor’s staring at my body makes my pulse pound. Gently, he pushes me onto my back, leaving my legs hanging over the foot of the bed. He spreads my knees so he can move in close between my open thighs. The air kisses my heated flesh, and my thighs start shaking.
He runs his hands up my thighs to my hips. “Relax, sweetheart.”
And when he lowers his head, I about lose my mind.
I can’t believe this is happening. Connor Murphy is about to go down on me. My mind is blown.
I gasp when I feel his warm breath on me, followed by his tongue. He gently flicks my clit, then licks me, and then his finger is between my legs, sliding inside me. I can tell I’m already soaking wet. “Connor.” His name comes out as a plaintive moan.
“Shh,” he whispers. “I’m busy.”
That makes me laugh. And then I remember how he always made me laugh. No matter if I was in a bad mood, or tired, or cranky, he could always make me laugh.
On impulse, I slide my fingers into his hair and grasp the strands. When I tug, he groans. I relax into the soft mattress, because what he’s doing feels so good. For once, I want to let go and enjoy the moment.
His tongue and fingers tease me ruthlessly, and soon my thigh muscles tighten. My belly starts quivering, as does the rest of me, and before I know it, I’m squirming and panting. I tighten my grip on his hair and moan his name. “Connor.”
“Shh. Busy, remember?”
Connor’s diabolically good at what he’s doing. He knows just the right spots and the right buttons to push to drive my arousal through the stratosphere. He doesn’t let up with the teasing and the stroking, and my orgasm hits me swift and sudden, like a freight train barreling through me, stealing my breath, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. I stiffen as my back bows off the mattress, and I see stars behind my eyelids. I try to muffle the sounds coming out of me, but it’s pointless because I’m wailing like a banshee.
