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He holds me gently, like he is afraid I might break.
“If you’d been hurt, I would never have forgiven myself,” he murmurs.
I squeeze his arm gently. “Shhh, don’t think about it.” A slow smile spreads across my face. “That’s not the bit of the night I want to remember.”
I press my bum against his crotch.
“Victoria Canmore, what you do to me,” he groans. He holds me tighter, trying to stop my wiggling against his hardening cock. “Much as I would dearly, dearly love to, we can’t. Surely your parents are around here somewhere. And there’s no way your dad isn’t going to be looking to kill me at some point as it is.”
I laugh. “He is pretty mad. But like I said, not your fault.”
“Yeah, I know he’s not going to see it that way.”
I grind harder. “They’ve gone home to get me some pyjamas. This gown is…drafty…” I twist my hips so the back edges of the gown gape. His responding groan tells me that my nakedness underneath the gown has not gone unnoticed.
Corran pulls me back against his chest, sliding his hands under the paper-thin gown.
“Or it could be considered easy access…” he observes.
“Cheeky…oh…” I gasp as his hands cover my breasts, cupping them in his huge palms. The embers of desire glowing in my belly burst into flame as he weighs my fullness in his hands, rubbing his thumbs over my aching nipples.
His lips brush against my neck, trailing blazing kisses down to my shoulder, exposed by the too-wide neckline of the paper gown. I put my hands on the windowsill to steady myself as my pleasure rises.
I lean my head back against his shoulder. “Corran, the people…in the car park…”
He chuckles. “They can’t see us. Tinted windows.”
“Are you sure?” My breath is coming in snatched gasps as his mouth works its way back up to my ear.
He smiles against my skin. “Yes. But if you want me to stop…”
He slides one hand slowly from my breast, down my side and around to my bum. He nudges my legs apart. I can hardly breathe.
“If you want me to stop,” he murmurs in my ear as his fingers slide deep inside me. “Just say the word and I’ll stop.”
“Fair enough,” I whisper, unable to suppress the groan that rumbles from my throat. “I don’t want you to stop. But my parents will be back any minute. It is your funeral.”
“We’ll just have to be quick then, won’t we.”
“I don’t think that is going to be a problem,” I groan.
My body protests as he takes a moment to withdraw a condom from his wallet and roll it down his length.
“Maybe one day…” he says as his hand returns to my breast, “…I’ll get to make love to you slowly.”
He pinches my nipple as he teases my entrance with the head of his cock.
“In a bed or something,” he continues.
“I…have no complaints,” I gasp. A slow luxurious screw is definitely on my to-do list, but right now I need it hard and fast. My body is screaming. At this rate, I’m going to come before he enters me.
He senses my urgency and eases himself inside me. A deep, guttural moan falls spills from my throat as he buries himself to the hilt in my body, one hand splayed over my belly while the other works my aching nipple.
I brace myself against the window ledge as he builds a rhythm, sending waves of pleasure rolling through my body with each delicious movement. As the waves crash quicker and quicker, my thighs start to tremble.
“My legs,” I groan.
“I’ve got you,” he whispers in my ear. I let go of the windowsill and grip his arms.
