Page 49 of Tangled Up With You

“Hey, butterfly. Surprised to see you down here.”

I licked my lips, suddenly feeling nervous. “H-hi.”

He quirked a brow, his eyes growing concerned. “Everything good?”

I nodded a bit too quickly. “Yeah. It’s fine. It’s just... do you have a few minutes to talk?” Or to strip me bare and fuck me like it was what you were built to do.

He pushed back a step, his eyes searching my face for a few beats. “Sure. Just give me a sec. I can get one of the other guys to take over here.”

My nod was much calmer that time, and a second later, he was moving toward the horse, a sharp whistle shooting in the direction of a few of the cowboys who had been sitting on the fence watching Connor work the horse. He waved one of them over, giving the guy instructions I couldn’t hear before nodding his head, and started toward the gate. He caught my eye and jerked his chin, silently telling me to follow him.

I did, trailing a few steps behind as he led us into the large tack room. He held the door open, waiting for me to enter before closing it behind me.

I took a moment to take everything in, the buckets of brushes, the bridles hanging from hooks on the walls, the rows of saddles, all cleaned and conditioned, waiting for use. It smelled like leather and dust.

“You sure everything’s okay?” he asked again. I dragged my attention to him as he pulled the work gloves off his hands and stuffed them into his back pocket. He braced his hands on his trim hips, giving me his full attention.

“You didn’t come by this morning.” His brows winged up, befuddlement etched into his expression. I started to ramble, unable to stop myself. “I mean, not that Iexpectedyou to or anything. It’s just... you usually come by the house in the mornings before you head out here. And you didn’t this morning. And after last night...” I strummed my teeth against my bottom lip nervously. “I worried that maybe you weren’tokay. After seeing... you know who.” Christ, I was talking about them like they were Lord Voldemort. “I just wanted to make sureyouwere okay. Since I didn’t see you this morning.”

He blinked, then a moment later his features cleared of confusion and a sultry, dimpled smile stretched across his face, making my clit pulse.

“Butterfly, did you miss me this mornin’?”

Well, here goes nothing, I thought as I ran my hands down the front of my light gray pencil skirt. “Yes.”

He rocked back, my honesty slamming into him and causing his eyes to widen before the silky chocolate brown darkened and his jaw clenched. His throat worked on a swallow. “Say it again.”

I licked my dry lips and looked down at my hands. “I missed you,” I said so softly I was sure he barely heard me.

I hadn’t even heard him move across the room when he was suddenly in front of me, his fingers pressing beneath my chin, forcing my face up to his. His voice was deep and gravelly as he asked, “You want me right now, baby? Is that what this is about?”

God, I did. I wanted him so damn bad. “Yes,” I said on a breathy sigh.

A low, craggy sound worked its way up his throat and broke free right before he dove in, slamming his lips against mine and trapping my yelp of surprise inside my mouth. With one swipe of his tongue, I opened for him, moaning as his tongue dove in and brushed against my own.

“Jesus, Ivy. Do you have any goddamn clue how badly I’ve wanted you?” He fisted the hair at the nape of my neck and pulled my head back, exposing my throat and dragging his tongue along my sensitive flesh. “Fuckingmonths,” he hissed as one hand wrapped around to grip my ass and the other traveled up my chest. “Since the last time I had you. I wasn’t nearly done with you when you ran off on me.”

“Connor.” That one word came out in a throaty plea.

“Can’t tell you the number of times I’ve beat off to the thought of you.” I moaned, wanting him to tell me everything. “All alone in that carriage house, strokin’ my dick and wishin’ it was you on your knees in front of me, your plump little lips stretched around my cock. He brought his hand to my mouth, dragging the pad of his thumb across my lips before sliding it past. I closed around it, giving it a suck that made him rumble a sound like a purring lion.

“Tell me what you need,” he commanded, the playful side of him giving way to the dominant man who knew how to manipulate my body better than anyone else ever had.

“You,” I whimpered, lifting up on my toes to get at his mouth. “I need you. Right now.” He brought his hand to my breast, cupping it through my top and dragging his damp thumb across my aching nipple.

I let out a cry loud enough it caused him to jerk back. “You okay? Did I hurt you?

“No,” I panted, a new flood of arousal soaking my panties. “They’re just so sensitive.”

That statement set something off in him, and before I knew it, he had me stripped down to nothing but my heels. His eyes were molten as he cupped my breast and lifted it, watching my face as he lowered his own and sucked my nipple between his lips.

I yelped, my hands shooting up to grip his hair in tight fists as the sensation of his mouth sucking on my breast shot straight to my clit. “Oh God. Connor.” I whimpered as bolts of lightning shot off between my thighs. He switched between nipples, laving and sucking and nipping with his teeth until I was writhing uncontrollably. I’d never felt anything like this before. My core clenched over and over until my release slammed intome unexpectedly. With only his mouth on my tits, he pushed me over the edge into a climax that made my knees buckle.

I would have gone down if he hadn’t wrapped his arms around my waist and kept me standing. He looked at me with wide-eyed wonder. “Did you just...?”

I chewed on the corner of my mouth and nodded. “More,” I demanded breathily, reaching between us and cupping his straining dick trapped beneath his pants. “Give me this. I want this fat cock inside me right now.”

“Jesus, fuck,” he grunted, jerking his hips harder into my hand.

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