Page 57 of Perfect

I swallowed nervously but managed to hold my ground. I couldn’t stop now. I wasn’t afraid even though he was trying to be intimidating. I knew he’d never hurt me or force me to do anything, not really.

“No,” I said, my bottom lip quivering slightly. His eyes darted to my mouth and his dark brows were knitted together. I couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of me, it was totally surreal.

Connor’s mouth was twisted.

“No?” he repeated with one eyebrow arched.

I wrung my hands together before pushing a clump of hair off my shoulder.

“Yes, as in no, I’m not going anywhere. I want to help and I’m a good listener.”

I managed to maintain a passive expression, even though my body was coiled tight and rigid.

He looked up at the ceiling in a ‘God give me strength’ type of way before dropping his head to shoot me a stare.

“Is that right?”

“Yep. Ask any of my girlfriends. I’m forever putting out fires,” I put in brightly and I purposefully raised my eyebrows defiantly.

He wasn’t impressed and his expression turned even darker and more brooding.

“I just bet you are,” he began, before dropping his voice to a whisper. He bent his head down towards my ear. “But you see, there’s a different type of fire in me right now Harlow, and it hasnothingto do with my parents,” he whispered.

“OK,” I replied, a pinch of uncertainty drizzling through me.

I was just about to move around him to sit on a hale bale and say ‘I’m all ears’ before he drawled.

“Let me show you.”

He spoke his last sentence slowly, his eyes darkening, his expression altering to one of pure challenge. He was standing so close, I saw his pupils dilate and my heart fluttered like a wild bird against my ribcage, awareness pooling into me, and then…I nearly died.

Connor’s eyes roamed over my body which was partly concealed in the short silk robe. His hands lifted to the belt and he pulled the ties and slid it open, revealing my camisole and shorts beneath it.

“Like opening a present,” he murmured softly, his voice thickening.

Another jet of excitement shot into me as he took in the shape of my body before pushing the robe off my shoulders with his thumbs. They felt slightly calloused against my naked skin, probably from all the work he did on the farm. The silk puddled at our feet, totally forgotten.

A breath caught in my throat as his dark gaze fell to my breasts; his fingertips lightly brushing over my silk-encased nipples.

My next words were swallowed as he grabbed my hips, tugging me against his body. I fell forward, plastered against him, my breasts crushed against his hard chest and my hands clutching at his arms for balance. He threaded one hand through my hair, dragging my head back, my eyes smarting from the sudden tug against my scalp and I gasped in surprise as he lowered his head and his mouth slammed against mine.

I ignited.

His mouth ground down against the softness of my lips. The kiss was hard and demanding, intended as punishment, but the feel of his lips produced a sexual frenzy inside me, and moisture flooded between my legs. He drove his tongue inside and my own rose to greet it, I was so turned on and I leaned further into him, accepting everything he had to give. Lust, hot and insistent pulsated through my limbs, it was mind-blowing.

Connor moaned against my mouth as his onslaught continued, licking, nibbling, tasting. It was wild and I slid my arms around his neck pushing upwards, providing deeper access to my mouth.

I didn’t realise he was walking me backward until I felt the barn wall against my back, the cold seeping through my nightclothes. I was caged in and Connorreleased my head and ran his hands back down my spine before cupping my bottom and pulling me further against him. I could feel he was rock hard against my stomach and I longed to feel him between my legs. The thumping in my chest was almost painful. How would it feel to have him inside me? My legs parted further to allow him even closer and I felt the urge to wrap my fingers around his cock, feel his strength in my palm. I could tell he was large, would it hurt that first time like they said it did, would we even fit? I was so tiny and he was so tall and big.

I moaned in pleasure against him, he was blowing my mind in more ways than one and I surrendered myself to him as my tongue fenced with his.

Sliding my hands across his broad shoulders, my fingertips gently traced the muscles on his arms. I faintly noted how the skin under his tattoos felt quite rough compared to the other side, but I filed away the thought, too wrapped up in the excitement being generated by his sensual attack. I continued to allow my hand to travel down his body, I needed to touch him.

Some type of skirmish occurred in the barn next to us which broke into my thoughts and alarm bells sounded in my head as Connor pulled away and abruptly ended the kiss. Reality crashed back into my senses like a cruel wave and my hands dropped to curl into his t-shirt, holding on to him as if my life depended on it. He was breathing hard and fast and my body shuddered.

An evil mixture of disappointment and shame crushed my chest. Had I really just behaved in such a way? Connor had kissed me as a punishment to warn me off him and I hadlikedit. My behaviour was all kinds of messed up. I needed to get a grip.

I tried to step back but the wall was behind me and I pressed a hand to my mouth, shaking, slightly confused by the feelings fluttering like butterflies in my stomach, a whole zoo of them.

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