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I trembled at his plea. No man had ever wanted me like Conor did. No man made me feel how he made me feel. I wanted to give myself to him, even if my brain might be screaming at me that it was too soon. I’d been stifling my attraction to him since the night we were reacquainted and I couldn’t resist him any longer.
Turning in his hold, I twined my arms around his neck. He held still, his eyes sparking with desire when I bent close, pressing a kiss to his sternum. I pressed another to the hollow of his throat and he groaned. The next thing I knew he was lifting me, scooping up my legs as he carried me into my bedroom. I inhaled sharply when he settled me on the bed and I wasn’t sure what came over me when I reached for his towel and pulled it free.
He was just as perfect as I remembered him that day in his office, his hard cock begging for my mouth, but before I could reach for him he tugged at the strip of fabric that held my kimono together, his eyes feasting on my black underwear set.
“I hoped you might be naked under here,” he said, his eyes wandering over me thoughtfully as he caressed the silky fabric. “These are pretty though.”
“Why don’t you take them off?” I suggested breathily, my chest rising and falling as my pulse sped.
Conor practically growled as he peeled away my knickers then reached for my bra. Within seconds I lay naked beneath him, the kimono tossed aside. We both held still, just taking one another in. I wasn’t entirely sure what he saw when he looked at me, but his eyes said he was enjoying the view. He absorbed every inch of me like he couldn’t get enough.
He started to move down my body and it took a moment for my brain to catch up and realise his intention. I swallowed thickly when he positioned his head between my thighs, his large hands spreading my legs apart as he kissed and nuzzled my stomach. I stiffened momentarily, self-conscious about the soft pad of my belly. He seemed to notice and grunted, levelling me with a sharp look as he shook his head.
“Don’t do that.”
“Sorry. It’s just…it’s been a while. Two years to be exact. I’m out of practice with all this.”
Conor swore softly, resting his bristly cheek against my inner thigh as he stroked my stomach with his hand. “Two years?” His voice was tender.
I nodded. “Being naked with a man feels like a lifetime ago.”
“You were naked with me before.”
“Not like this.”
His gaze traversed my body, making my nipples bead and encouraging a gush of wetness between my thighs. “It’s been a year for me,” Conor said then and my eyebrows lifted.
“Really?”
He nodded.
“I don’t believe you.”
Now he appeared amused. “You think I’m lying?”
“I just don’t get how someone who looks like you can go entire year without—”
“I’ve never done casual sex, and besides, these last few weeks there’s only been one woman on my mind. A woman I really want to eat out right now but who’s acting nervous like I don’t think she’s the sexiest person I’ve ever seen.”
“It’s j-just insecurity,” I told him, my voice scratchy. “I’ll get over it.”
His gaze darkened. “Good. So, you’ll let me taste you?”
“Y-yes. Conor, please, I—” My words cut off when he pressed his mouth to my sex and I lost the ability to think. He lapped at me then tongued my clit. I fisted my bedsheets and threw my head back at the heavenly sensation of his warm, wet tongue.
“Fuck,” he grunted, drawing away for a moment before his mouth returned to my clit. One hand travelled up my body to palm my breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple and wrenching a moan out of me. He feasted on me like I was his favourite meal, his gaze flicking up to absorb my reactions. There was a devilish look in his eyes that drove me higher. It was a look that told me he was enjoying this just as much as I was.
I thought I might combust when I felt his other hand wander around the back of my thigh to cup my arse. A shudder swept through me.
His hand continued its journey as his mouth laved at me wickedly, and when he plunged a finger inside me he groaned against my sex.
“So fucking wet,” he rasped and the feel of his deep voice echoing through me somehow drove me higher. I felt something building, some wonderful release that was just out of reach hurtling closer. I reached down, running my hand over his close cropped hair, down his neck and along his shoulder. He made a humming sound like he enjoyed my touch. I kept my hand on him while he became singularly focused, his finger moving in and out of me deliciously slow while his tongue circled my clit just as slowly. It was torturous. Mind-blowing.
My thighs tensed around him and I came with a sharp cry. Conor’s tongue slowed down, still licking at me, drawing out my orgasm while his finger remained inside me. He held my gaze the entire time and the intimacy was almost too much to take.
“Wow, that was…” I drifted off, feeling like I was floating on a cloud. “Phenomenal.”
There was something so intense in his gaze, something big and warm and lovely, and then he blurted, “I love you, Yvonne.”
