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He grins, which makes him even more impossibly handsome. “Really?” he asks.
“Yes, really. Of course that’s only the tip of the iceberg.” I wrap my arms around his neck and pull his mouth back down to mine for a kiss. “You’re also funny.” I kiss him again. “And kind.” Another kiss. He’s smiling. “Not to mention caring and smart.”
I shiver when his warm hand slides up beneath my pajama top.
“I think you’re overdressed for the occasion,” he murmurs against my lips.
“What do you suggest?” I love that I can tease him again. He’s so much fun to tease.
“I suggest you let me undress you.” He sits up, grasps the hem of my PJ top, and pulls it up and over my head. “That’s much better.” And then his mouth is on my breast. When he draws my nipple inside, his tongue flicking the tip, my back arches off the mattress, and I cry out. His hand cups my breast, molding and shaping it while his tongue teases me.
I run my hands up his arms, loving the contour of his biceps, to his broad shoulders, then up into his thick hair. When I tug on the strands, he groans.
He kisses his way across my chest to my other breast and treats it to the same teasing torment. His free hand skims slowly down my torso, tracing every curve, following every dip. His gentle touch makes my nerve endings sing. When his fingers reach the waistband of my PJ shorts, he tugs them down my legs and tosses them aside.
I gasp when his finger slides between my legs and begins stroking me. I’m already wet, already aroused, and his finger glides easily. Then his thumb is there, pressing against my clit, while his middle finger slips down to my opening. I start squirming then, swamped by the pleasure of this double assault—his finger stroking inside me, his thumb tormenting my clit. With unerring precision, he finds the sweet spot inside me and strokes it persistently, until my thighs start shaking and my breath catches in my throat.
“Connor.” His name is little more than a breathy moan. A sweet flood of need courses through me.
“It’s all right, sweetheart. Just let yourself go. Let it happen. I want to hear your pleasure. I want to feel it and taste it.” His mouth covers mine then, his tongue slipping inside to stroke mine.
Pleasure swamps me, gradually overwhelming me to the point that I’m seeing stars. My body tightens, my legs tremble, and my orgasm steals my breath. He holds me until my body comes down from the high. Then he stands beside the bed and pulls his shirt off and tosses it onto the sofa.
“I should be undressing you,” I say.
“No time.” He shucks off the rest of his clothes, turning briefly to toss them onto my sofa, giving me a perfect view of his taut backside.
“Connor! What’s that on your ass?” I sit up and stare at the symbol inked onto his right buttock.
He steps back to give me a better view. “It’s Japanese.”
“Yes, I can see that,” I say, laughing. “You tattooed the Japanese word forloveon your ass?”
“Yes. I did it a couple of years ago in honor of you.”
“Thank you.” I wince. “Didn’t that hurt?”
“Yes, it bloody killed!”
Smiling, I pull him down onto the bed with me. “You’re such a romantic.”
“I know,” he says, always the humble one. He scoots me up the bed so that my head is on my pillow. Then he’s there beside me, reaching into the top drawer of the nightstand and pulling out a condom packet.
I reach for the condom packet, but he stills my hand. “Not yet. I plan to make this last.”
He trails kisses down my throat, down my torso, to my waist. He teases my belly button before moving farther down. Soon I feel his warm breath between my legs, then his teasing tongue. I reach down and grasp his hair, tugging firmly.
Gently, he nudges my legs apart and slips between them. His fingers pry me open, and then his tongue is there, teasing me relentlessly. I’m alternately petting him and tugging on his hair. I’m panting one minute and then whimpering the next.
I’m so sensitive down there, my body is shaking, so I grab hold of his arms and pull him up beside me so I can roll him onto his back. And then I move over him, my hair brushing against his belly. He sucks in a deep breath as I draw him into my mouth.
A rough breath explodes out of him as he fists the sheet. “Kennedy!”
With my hands and my mouth, I suck and stroke and tug on his erection. His breathing is harsh, his body tense and straining as he lifts his hips. Soon he draws me away and pulls me up beside him. “No more,” he groans. “I won’t be able to hold on much longer.”
He opens the condom packet and quickly rolls in on. Then he’s above me, lying between my thighs, and guiding himself into me. He sinks deep in one slow, fluid motion. My body clings to his, welcoming him. I wrap my arms around his neck. Our lips meet, soft and gentle this time. Tender kisses and soft puffs of air mingle. He starts to move, sliding easily inside me. It feels so good.Hefeels so good.
Our bodies rock together. As he thrusts, I rise up to meet him, taking him deep into me. I tighten my muscles, and he groans harshly.
