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His smile is a halfhearted thing. There and gone in aninstant. They all have been since that kiss at the fair. He hardly said two words for the rest of the day. I have no idea what’s going on with him. He sits on my sofa staring off at nothing while I lean my back against the cool brick wall. Not only am I buzzing from caffeine. But my heart is hurting for him. Change isn’t always easy, even if it was what you wanted.

“Connor,” I say quietly. “Talk to me. Please.”

“Hmm?”

“Your quiet misery has been noted.”

He winces and stretches his neck. “I don’t want to talk right now.”

“Okay. What do you want to do?”

Nothing from him.

“Do you feel like watching a movie or going for a walk or…you know if you need some space and want to leave, that’s okay?”

Still nothing from.

“Are you hungry?”

He looks up and there’s a lot going on with him. I just don’t have a fucking clue what. But he narrows his gaze on me, taking in the curve of my shoulder and the stupid rosette still pinned to my breast. Down his attention goes. Not stopping until he hits the floaty hem of my mini dress. This seems of particular interest to him. But the one thing he definitely doesn’t do is look me in the eye.

“What’s going on, Connor?”

“I could eat.” He stands and wanders over to me.

“Okay. We’ll order something. What are you in the mood for?”

This is getting weirder by the moment. He doesn’t stop until he’s right in front of me, staring down from on high, witha finger tracing the neckline of my dress. It’s not my fault my vagina wakes right the fuck up. The surge of heat down there is just natural. How my nipples turn rock hard, and my sex starts to ache. We should talk about whatever is on his mind. Clear the air or whatever people in healthy functioning relationships do. But my kink is apparently him looming over me. How it makes me feel small and at his mercy. Just the hint of it makes my mind go far away and turns me into a needy thing. The man is a menace.

Without a word, he gets to his knees and runs his hands up the back of my legs. His warm breath turns the skin on my thighs to gooseflesh. Such a hint of what’s to come. Then he drags the flat of his tongue all the way up my inner thigh. I gasp and clutch at the rough brick wall. There’s no way my manicure is coming out of this in one piece and I could not care less.

Of course, he stops to press his nose to the crotch of my panties. He nudges at the material, breathing in the scent of me, and the pressure is sublime. But when he rubs his face against the lace…fuck.

“Connor…”

He lifts the hem of my skirt out of his way. “Hold this for me, would you?”

“Sure.”

A finger is hooked in the waistband of my panties and down they go. He guides them off me, one foot at a time. My shoes go too, and the reason for this is soon made clear as he guides my leg over his shoulder. The sight of him on his knees, his blond head level with my sex. It all works for me. No longer is it the caffeine making me tremble. I don’t need both hands tohold up my skirt. And messing up his gorgeous hair is one of my favorite things.

Over and over again, he licks at my labia, sliding his tongue against those lips. I don’t know if this is going to take long. The pressure is already starting to build. It’s a heavy feeling between my thighs. A tingling sensation crawling beneath my skin. He’s making me an addict to his hands and mouth. All of my senses are focused on what he’s doing.

He grips the thigh slung over his shoulder good and tight, keeping me upright. While he slides first one finger and then a second into me. I am so fucking wet. It’s obscene the way we can both hear it. His groaning at the taste of me isn’t quiet either. But any complaints from the neighbors would be more than worth it.

His fingers pump into me nice and slow as he draws circles around my clit with the tip of his tongue. The teasing bastard. I tangle my fingers in his hair and pull. Just because.

“More,” I say.

He’s lucky I don’t pull out a handful of hair when he bites down on my mound. The shock of it races through me. It’s like plugging myself into the closest electricity socket. Or at least I imagine it would be. My inner muscles clutch at his thick fingers. Which is when he hooks them and rubs against something so good. He bites me again on my inner thigh. Just sinks his teeth into me like he owns me. All the while those clever fingers of his keep pushing me higher. He rubs his face in my sex. Like he wants my scent all over him. As if I own him too.

“Connor…” I say with no small amount of urgency.

“Time to stop fucking around?”

I nod my head so hard I almost bang it against the wall. Ouch.

He concentrates on my clitoris. Licking turns into kissing and ends with him sucking it good and hard. There might have even been the threat of his teeth there. I don’t know. But my legs shake from the shock waves. They spread through my body. I close my eyelids tight and hang on. It’s beautiful and frightening how big it feels. Like every light in the universe is pouring through me. There’s no more Riley. No more me. Just high and happy atoms floating through space.

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