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I loom over him and take his erection in my hands.
The air leaves his lungs in a rush. “Ken.” His hands caress my thighs.
I stroke his length once, twice, from root to tip, my fingers sliding over the crown. I catch a drop of pre-cum at the tip, spreading it over the head of his cock. Then I draw him into my mouth and use my lips and tongue to drive him wild, while my hands stroke him firmly, just the way he likes.
Throwing his head back onto the pillow, he releases a heavy breath. “Oh, god, Ken, I don’t think I can last long. You have no idea how many times I’ve dreamed of exactly this.”
I smile as I continue to tease him, using everything I have to drive his arousal higher and higher. His hands grasp the sheet beneath him, clutching and tugging the material as his hips rock and he thrusts into my mouth. “Oh, fuck, Kennedy!”
He’s breathing hard, his hips frantically thrusting, his back bowing off the bed, his shoulders digging into the mattress. He throws his head back and sucks in air. Finally, he grasps my shoulders. “No more. I can’t last much longer.”
He turns us so that I’m lying on my back, and he’s looming over me. He kneels between my legs, opening me up. He reaches for the condom and quickly sheathes himself, and then he’s there—pressing into me, hot and hard and demanding. As he pushes inside me, I feel the slight burn of the intrusion. But there’s no pain, only pressure and a delicious stretching as my body accommodates him.
He starts moving, but it’s a gentle rhythm despite how close he was to coming just moments ago. It’s as if he doesn’t want this to end anytime soon. He sets a slow, rocking pace that feels incredible.
“Connor, yes, there.” He’s hitting my sweet spot so perfectly. Pleasure swells deep inside me, from my core, and radiates outward, sending tingles coursing through me. My breath catches, and I’m panting. I’msoclose. “Don’t stop. Please, just like that. Don’t stop.”
He continues, steadily picking up speed as his own pleasure escalates. He’s able to hold off his orgasm long enough for me to implode. My muscles tighten as my climax hits me, clamping down on his erection, squeezing him tightly, and he follows right after me, arching his back and crying out hoarsely as his release rocks his body.
We lie together for a long time afterward, neither one of us wanting to move. He kisses my temple. “Kennedy, I love you.”
I smile as I kiss his lips. “I love you, too, Connor.”
Eventually, he pulls out and we get cleaned up before we settle back into bed. Sometime in the middle of the night, I wake up to find Connor’s arm tucked around my waist. He’s spooning me from behind, his knees tucked up against the back of mine. Our bodies are perfectly aligned.
As I close my eyes and allow myself to drift back to sleep, I wonder what the future will bring. Right now, I don’t exactly know, and that’s okay, because as long as we’re together everything will be fine.
Chapter 21
Connor Murphy
I awake to the familiar sounds of city life—the sound of traffic, horns blaring, a few shouts off in the distance. The sun shines through the thin gauzy curtain that hangs over the flat’s sole window. Kennedy has only one fucking window. She needs an upgrade, and I’ll make sure she gets one.
Even though I slept in a bed half the size of my own at home, I have to admit I got the best night’s sleep I’ve had in a long time. Of course that’s attributable to the fact that I was lying beside Kennedy. Her scent teased me all night long. I couldn’t get enough of it—I couldn’t get enough of her.
I roll to face her side of the bed and sadly find it empty.
I sit up, wondering where she is. It’s not like she can get lost in this tiny flat. My curiosity is satisfied when I hear the water running in that closet she calls a bathroom. All right, she’s in the shower. I can relax.
With a groan, I stretch my arms above my head. Then I’m up and out of bed. I straighten the bedding and plump the pillows before I open my suitcase and grab a T-shirt and a pair of fashionably distressed jeans, opting for a more casual attire for the day. After dressing, I make my way to the kitchen to whip up a quick breakfast before we depart for Kennedy’s office. And to think, I thought the kitchen in Will and Skye’s guesthouse was small. This is miniscule in comparison. I open the fridge and grab the most obvious choice—eggs, cheddar cheese, and fresh baby spinach.
Kennedy emerges from the bathroom dressed in a short white silk robe. She jumps when she spots me standing at the stove. “Oh, you’re up.”
While she’s in the process of towel-drying her hair, I’m about to plate two spinach and cheddar omelets. Slices of wheat bread are in the toaster, due to pop up any second now, and butter is already on the table. “Perfect timing. Breakfast is nearly ready. It’s no Full English, of course, but it will have to do.”
Kennedy smiles. “You remembered.”
“Of course I remember your favorite breakfast. I remember everything about you.”
“It smells amazing. Thanks, Connor.” She slips back into the bathroom and emerges a few minutes later with her hair freshly brushed and styled, still dressed in that scanty little robe. It’s a shame she has to go to work this morning. I could think of a far better way for us to spend the day—one that doesn’t require wearing clothes.
“I just need a second to get dressed.” She makes her way to a small free-standing wardrobe across from the foot of her bed, opens it, and pulls out a gray skirt and jacket, along with a white blouse. Then she opens a drawer inside the wardrobe and retrieves a white silky bra and panty set.
I come closer to get a better look and find all of her clothes hanging neatly in the wardrobe, organized by color. There’s not room for much, though. There’s a clothes rod on the left side of the wardrobe, and a set of drawers on the right side. On the floor of the wardrobe are several pairs of shoes, neatly arranged.
“Clever storage space,” I say as I return to the kitchen to grab some plates.
“When you live in a small place, you have to utilize every inch.”
