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“We have to use protection,” she said, her fingertips trailing down his torso.
He reached for her ear. Like a magic trick, instead of a quarter, he produced a condom from nowhere. As his mouth sank onto hers again, her lips curled. She had to cut herself some slack. So what if she was attracted to him? He obviously returned the interest. Nothing wrong with two adult, consenting people—
Pain. Shit. He was trying to push into her. Relax. Fuck. On the next attempted advance, she gasped and shoved him back, digging her nails into his shoulder. The darkness in his eyes ensnared her.
She panted through the ache. “I’ve heard about McDade men.”
“All true,” he said, dipping to kiss her cheek and her chin, tasting his way to her breasts and lower, all the way to the hot pool of desire between her thighs.
She hissed an inhale when he sucked her clit and flickered it with his tongue. Shit, the guy knew what he was doing. Had she ever thought he wouldn’t pleasure a woman? The sweet slip of his certain tongue through her folds was better than anything her fingers or any toy had achieved.
Her hands sank into his hair as he sunk his kiss into her. “Shit,” she whispered, her knees rising, parting further. “Goddamn that’s good. God… oh, Conn.” His pampering stopped. The interruption brought her head from the bed. And there he was, looking up the length of her, through her cleavage, right into her eyes. Fuck. She’d never known danger lived and breathed in her city… or that it was so damn exhilarating. “I want you inside me…” The words came out in one long rush of breath. “I don’t give a fuck if it hurts.” He surged up over her again. “Do it. Hard and fast. Hurt me.”
His lips went to one side though he ducked to swipe them across hers one last time before bracing himself on an arm and thrusting into her.
God-fucking-hell! It did hurt. Enough to water her eyes and tighten her chest. Fuck, searing fucking—he was in, all the way, filling her fuller than she’d ever been filled. And the pain became pure, hot pleasure.
She lost track of time, of his thrusts, of everything as pressure built within her.
“Connel,” she moaned his name, digging her nails into his bicep. “Please… Oh, damnit, please…”
Who the hell knew what she was begging for? For it to be over? For the indulgence to reach its apex and consume her? For the moment, her experience with him, to go on and on and never end? Could they die right there? How was it possible to live after experiencing such pleasure?
Her eyes were closed until he surged forward, tilting his pelvis, slamming it against her, then, he stopped. Completely stopped. Almost completely… His hips undulated, arousing her clit with his body. Mmm, how was he doing that? She hadn’t known it was possible. For a guy to be so deep inside her and stimulating her that way at the same time.
“Connel,” she whispered, planting her hands on his chest almost like she wanted to push him away.
Except her fingers curled until her nails bit into his flesh. She could feel it, knew she was hurting him, yet she didn’t stop. He didn’t ask her to, he leaned into it, staring down at her, almost daring her to dig deeper.
As the beat of her heart slowed and she caught her breath syncing to his, everything relaxed. Then, snap, he rolled them over, pulling her on top of him, right onto his cock again.
“Feel better?” he asked.
His entitled hand ascended her body, straightening her up to straddle him, before enjoying her breasts with both hands.
“Deeper,” she whispered, squirming on him. “Shit, you feel so good. Fuck…”
With her fists balled low on his stomach, he kept playing with her breasts as she pushed herself up and sank onto him over and over, moving in every direction all at the same time. He made it impossible to be still. She was learning places inside of herself she hadn’t known existed.
“That’s it, baby.” His voice came out as that low rumble he was oh so good at, thick with his arousing accent. “Good girl… Just like that. You are a good girl.”
He felt good in that corner. Pushing that way, she rode him harder, letting his head hit her deep. Then he yanked her the other way and sat up, crushing her clit between them.
“Shit, Connel.”
“That pretty little mouth,” he murmured, hooking his arms beneath hers, around her shoulders, pulling her against him. “Your daddy know how dirty it gets in bed?”
“I reserve some things for the lucky few.” She accepted his kiss as he slanted her back, balancing her weight on his forearms, increasing the pressure between their linked bodies. “Connel McDade…” Clenching her teeth, the pulse of lingering orgasm teetered so close it threatened to ruin her. “You don’t finish me this second, I’m going to get that damn gun and force you to do it with your fucking talented tongue.”
A deep, rough laugh left his lips as they sampled hers again. Continuing his theme of keeping her off-kilter, he shoved her onto her back and drove into her again a couple of times, delivering a climax so powerful that her lungs froze.
She couldn’t take air in. Couldn’t expel it or feel anything except the flood of hormones rushing through every inch of her, gathering in the clench of her inner muscles.
Heat. Satisfaction. Desperation. Every atom of her being was alive, taut in the frozen moment of delight.
Shit. He was good. Too good. More than any woman would be able to handle alone.
That wasn’t the point.
