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Twenty-Three
JESSIE
Iflip through the TV channels as I lie on the bed while Conor takes a shower. He has more clothes than I do, so I’m wearing one of his t-shirts and nothing else. No sense wasting a clean pair of panties for bed when I’m on limited rations.
He wanders out of the bathroom with his skin still damp and a white towel wrapped around his waist, and my stomach does a little somersault at the sight of him. As he reaches the bed, he whips off his towel and starts to dry his hair with it, while I lie here looking at his magnificent body. When he’s done, he pulls on a pair of boxers and lies down beside me.
“Are you wearing my clothes?” He arches an eyebrow at me.
“Yep. Because I only brought a few pairs of clean panties and a few changes of clothes, and you have a lot more than I do.”
He lies back against the pillow with his arms behind his head. “What are we watching, Angel?”
“Some old movie with John Candy in,” I shrug.
“Uncle Buck,” he grins. “I love this.”
We lie in silence for a while and I wonder why this seems slightly awkward between us, as though we didn’t screw each other's brains out earlier in the basement of Ray’s bar. Eventually, I can’t take the tension any longer, and as funny as John Candy is, Uncle Buck just isn’t doing it for me tonight. Rolling onto my side, I place my hand on Conor’s chest. His muscles flex beneath my fingertips as he takes a deep breath. As I slide my hand down over his abs until they are dangerously close to his boxers, I nestle against him. “Are you nervous, Conor Ryan?” I purr as he groans softly and his cock twitches in his shorts.
“Yeah,” he breathes.
I lift my head to look at him. “Really? With me? After everything we’ve done? After this morning?”
He reaches down and grabs me by the hips, pulling me on top of him until I’m straddling him and his semi-hard cock is nudging against my pussy. Placing my hands flat on his chest, I look down at him as he stares into my eyes. “This morning was incredible. But it happened so fast, I didn’t have time to think about it. I was so fucking hot for you, I could barely think at all. And when I could, I was too busy worrying about how we were going to die in that fucking shit-box basement.”
I press my lips together to stop from laughing out loud.
“But now I have you for the whole damn night, Angel, and I have thought about nothing but this for two long months. I wasn’t even sure I’d ever get to do this again.” His voice is thick with emotion and it makes my heart ache. I bite on my lip as I stare down at him.
“Aren’t you wearing any panties?” He suddenly looks down at the space where our bodies join.
“No,” I grin at him. “No sense in wasting a pair if I’m only going to wear them for a few hours, is it?”
“I suppose not.” He arches at eyebrow at me. “But you are ruining my clean boxers with your cream, Angel. I haven’t even touched you yet and I can feel it soaking through to my cock.”
“Well, if you’re worried about your clean underwear, you should have thought this through like I did then, shouldn’t you?” I tease him.
He narrows his eyes at me. “Take off the t-shirt. Right now,” he growls.
“Okay,” I breathe as I reach down and peel it over my head until I’m completely naked. Reaching up, he cups my heavy breasts in his hands and squeezes, making me groan as I press myself into his rough palms. “You kept this body away from me for too long, Angel.”
“Then you shouldn’t have told me to leave.” I stare at him. He doesn’t get to be the only injured party here. I’ve been hurting too.
He flips me over and pins me beneath him so fast my heart skips a beat, and I giggle. “I hope you’re not tired, because I’m going to make up for every night you’ve been away from me.”
“Promises, promises,” I say with a dramatic sigh.
“I want all of you, Jessie,” he says, brushing my hair back from my face and staring into my eyes.
“You already have every single part of me, Conor Ryan.”
He presses his lips over mine and wet heat rushes between my thighs as he kisses me so hard my lips feel bruised. One hand slides down my body until he’s between my thighs. I open them wider for him, allowing him to brush his thick fingers between my folds. He groans into my mouth when he realizes just how wet I am for him.
“Fuck, Angel,” he grunts, breaking our kiss. “I’m going to eat you alive.” He trails soft kisses down my neck, over my breasts, sucking each nipple into his mouth and gently nibbling while his fingers toy with me, rubbing over my clit and slipping down to my entrance before he dips the tip of one finger in before starting the maddening cycle again. As his kisses flutter over my stomach, I press my hips against him. “Conor. I’ve missed you too. Stop teasing me,” I pant.
“I’m savoring you, Angel, not teasing,” he murmurs against my skin as his lips move even lower. I pull my fingers through his hair as he reaches the apex of my thighs. “This where you want me, Angel?” he growls.
