Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 138287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 691(@200wpm)___ 553(@250wpm)___ 461(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 691(@200wpm)___ 553(@250wpm)___ 461(@300wpm)
Connor’s hand released my panty-covered sex and I almost cried at the loss.
Hey! You put that back!
“Are you sure?” I couldn’t read him. He had a good poker face.
Wringing my fingers together, I spoke softly. “Yeah.”
Connor moved to sit on the edge of the bed. He looked confused. “Why tonight?” His eyes met mine. “‘Cause if you’re doing this to distract me….”
“Oh no,” I started. “It’s just a good date for it. One I’ll remember forever.” When his confusion didn’t clear, I explained on a smile, “It’s my birthday.”
Understanding dawned. “Baby.” He reached out for me and I placed my hands in his. He pulled me toward him and sat me sideways on his lap. Reaching up, he pushed my loose hair behind my ear. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“This is your tour.” I shrugged lightly. “It’s not about me.”
“No.” Connor looked exasperated. “Your birthday is definitely about you, baby.” He rubbed my arms, and tenderness lined his voice. “You think the guys wouldn’t have wanted to get you something, after all you do for us?” He made a face. “They’re gonna be pissed.”
My face bunched. “I don’t want gifts, Connor.” My heart stuttered. “I want this.”
He searched my face and held me fast. “You gotta be sure. Once it’s gone, it’s gone.”
I was expecting him to jump me. I did not expect to be lectured. This unseen side of Connor cemented my decision. Pressing into him, I lowered my lips to his and kissed him softly. When I pulled back, I ran my fingertips over the small dagger under his eye. “I want to have sex with you, Connor.”
Lifting his head, he groaned quietly before reaching under me to grip his erection tightly. He squeezed it, frowned then bit his lip. “Baby, you can’t say shit like that to me.” His fingers tightened around himself, looking mildly uncomfortable. “My cock’s already drooling.”
Surprisingly, I actually knew what he meant by that. I knew, because the anticipation of things to come had me wetter than I cared to admit.
I leaned in, pressing kisses to his jaw. “Do you have protection?”
“I do,” he muttered, chasing my lips but I kept out of reach, smiling playfully. He held my chin firmly and grumbled, “Stop teasing, baby. I need you.”
I need you.
Every time he spoke those words, my brain fizzled and white noise sounded in my ears. How could three simple words slay me so?
Connor kissed me deeply, making sweet yet desperate noises deep in his throat, and when he pulled back, he was smiling. He looked down at the very clear outline of my pebbled nipples. “You’re not wearing a bra.” I shook my head and he took in a shuddering breath. When he reached under my tee and ran a finger across the bare skin of my stomach, my arms broke out in gooseflesh. “Take it off. I wanna play.”
I removed the plain white tee, and I did it slowly. When my chest was bared to him, Connor stared down at my full but perky breasts. His voice was little over a whisper. “Beautiful.” Without a word, he guided me to stand and pulled me into the vee of his legs. Once my breasts were exactly where he needed them, he ran light fingers over the taut buds and I visibly trembled.
Connor lips tipped up at the corners and the anticipation had my head swimming. His hands landed on my waist and, slowly, flat palmed, he slid those hands around me. One at my lower back, the other coming to rest at the curve of my ass. Leaning into me, he pressed an open, wet kiss in the valley between my breasts before dragging his lips across my skin. But he played too long and I let out a tiny whine. Nobody was more surprised than I was when I took his head between my hands and guided him to one heaving breast.
He laughed low in his throat then flattened his tongue against the sensitive bud, laving it over and over again, and my head fell back with a harsh sigh. “Yes.”
“That’s it, baby. Tell me what you need.”
I couldn’t. It was too lewd.
I couldn’t say the words out loud.
Connor puckered his lips and gently kissed my nipple. “Is this what you need?”
I shook my head.
He gently nipped the skin under my breast. “You gotta tell me or I won’t know.”
He damned well knew what I wanted. I wasn’t stupid. Connor just wanted to hear me say dirty things.
Frustration shot through me. “Connor. Please.”
I felt his smile against my skin. “Tell me.”
Oh, God. My body was on fire. I needed relief. He was driving me crazy.
Damn you, Connor Clash.
The words stuck in my throat. They were barely audible but I said them. “Suck it.”
Almost instantly, his lips circled the poor, needy peak and he gave exactly what I needed of him. My moan was long and drawn out, and before my legs gave way, I frantically grasped at Connor’s shoulders in support. He held me close and continued his glorious assault. Switching from one bud to the other, he drew one sensitive peak into his mouth and suckled until I felt I’d explode from the pleasure I felt.