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Connor growled and pulled me into his lap. The rigid outline of his arousal pressed against my core, and he smothered my moan with a kiss. I tilted my chin up and let him lick and nip his way down my throat, squeezing my thighs against him, needing to soothe the building ache between my legs. His tongue slid over the bite on my lip, tasting me once before licking into my mouth with a sinful moan.
The piano keys clashed a jarring note as I fell back against them. Connor pulled back suddenly, breathing hard, and for a minute he just stared at me like he was deciding something. Or trying to do complex algebra in his head. His voice was a dark rasp when he finally spoke. “If this isn’t what you want, love, you need to stop me right now. Because once I get started with you, I won’t be able to stop.”
It was a promise. It was a threat. It was everything I needed and nothing I should want, so I answered him honestly. “I don’t want to stop. I want you.”
Without another word, Connor scooped me into his arms. It was such a possessive, masculine gesture, his mouth heavy against mine as he kissed me all the way to the bedroom.
“I’ve wanted you since that day in the alley.” Connor tossed my shirt aside. My bra was next.
I palmed his erection through his jeans. “I wanted to knee you in the balls in that alley.”
“I believe you.” His jeans hit the floor. Connor pushed me back on the bed and kissed his way down my chest.
“Especially after that kiss.”
“I believe that, too.” He grinned against my breast and pulled my nipple between his teeth. “Are you going to stop talking, now?”
I gasped and arched into him as he bit down. “Don’t tell me what to do.”
Connor slid up to me and pressed his forehead against mine. He already looked wrecked. I opened my mouth, about to taunt him again, but I gasped instead as his cock slid between my legs.
“You’re mine, Cass," he breathed. “This little arrangement between us might have been staged, but I take my duties seriously, in and out of the bedroom. I mean to show you exactly what it means to be mine.”
It was so sudden, I didn’t have time to prepare. I was so wet it didn’t make a difference. The burn was delicious as he pushed into me, burying himself completely with a single thrust. He was big. Bigger than anyone I’d ever been with, and it had been a while. Connor’s look didn’t lessen its intensity, but he paused a moment, letting me get adjusted to his size, caging me with his arms. I could feel his pulse racing deep inside me. He leaned down and kissed me, devouring my lips and the moan that came along with it.
Then he started to move.
He set a brutal pace. It truly was a claiming, but I felt like I was taking as much as I was giving away. Connor’s walls cracked and crumbled as he pushed in and out of me, stealing a kiss here and there, watching me come undone beneath him.
I was seconds away when he rolled onto his back, pulling me with him. “Not yet, mo chroí.”
Before I could complain, his thumb slid over the swollen bundle of nerves between my legs. Slowly. Achingly. His hand palmed my breast, teasing the pebbled nipple. “That’s it, love. Ride me.”
God help me, I did. I’d never been one to be on top, never really wanted that kind of control, but the dizzying liberation of it made me giddy. Using him like that. I rocked my hips and threw my head back. Felt the ridges of his abdomen clench beneath my palm. His fingertips dug into my hips. The pressure between my legs never slowed its relentless pace even as I quickened mine, and I pulled his head roughly to the side, biting his throat. Hard.
The hiss he let out turned into a growl when I soothed the spot with my tongue. Then I did it again. And again. I grinned as I trailed my way down to his collarbone, his chest heaving beneath me.
Connor wanted to claim me? Two could play at that game.
Without warning, he flipped me over, taking me from behind. He plunged into me and I gasped, seeing stars as he pounded into that sensitive spot again and again. The heat built to a fever pitch before consuming me in a brilliant technicolor firestorm. My legs gave out, but Connor caught me, his thrusts growing erratic until I felt him follow me over the edge with a hoarse cry.
I was boneless. Thoughts were hard to grasp at, wispy, insubstantial things that dissolved in the heat of the moment. The only thing I was aware of was the pounding of my heart against Connor’s palm, still pressed to my breast and holding me close.
It wasn’t until I felt him start to soften that either of us moved. Connor pressed a soft kiss to my jawline, just beneath my ear. The gesture was so sweet, I found myself blinking back tears. He murmured something else that didn't sound like English in my ear and lowered me to the bed next to him, back to chest. Keeping me close.
“What does that mean?” I asked. “Mo chroí?”
He smiled faintly. “Nothing important.”
“But—”
Connor kissed me quiet. “You ask too many questions.”
I didn’t ask nearly enough. Laying there in his arms, breathing each other's air as the sweat and the fallout of what we’d just done cooled, I realized that I wanted to know everything about Connor McTiernan. I’d gotten a glimpse past the walls he put up, but I wanted more. Surely there was more to him than just what he did for a living.
Connor propped himself up on one arm so he could see my face, and the smile he gave me was strangely shy as he brushed the hair out of my eyes. “You’ve got a look of such concentration right now, love, you’re making me doubt how thoroughly I’ve ravished you.”
I was still having a hard time catching my breath. Or maybe, it was just how close he was. “I still can’t feel my toes. You can consider me ravished.”
