Page 67 of Perfect

His eyes appraised my dress, arching one sexy eyebrow and I knew he too was pleased with what he saw. My heart began to thump irregularly again.

Connor wore black tailored trousers and a grey shirt which was open at the neck, exposing the strong line of his throat. I wanted to put my mouth there.

A jet of further excitement shot into me as he ran his hands across my shoulders and down my arms, entwining his fingers into mine before turning me and walking me backwards onto the dancefloor.

Following as he guided me, my breath caught in my throat as he lifted my arms and draped them around his neck which pushed my breasts against his rock-hard chest.

Pleasure was surely going to burst out of me due to the sweet contact of our bodies. He was so firm against my softness, the muscles of his abdomen a reminder of his strength. I had never felt so aroused.

Closing my eyes, I placed my head against his chest and felt his breath in my hair. He moved his hands down to my hips and we swayed slowly to the music.

Contentment throbbed inside me; I felt so safe. Protected, and cherished. My body was trembling and his fingers slid further around my waist, resting just above my backside.

At that moment my life was perfect, when I was near him, everything felt right. Meant to be. The scent of his body was making me light-headed and I clung to him.

He was silent as his body pushed against mine, the song playing all around us. This wasn’t just any song; this wasoursong.

I felt like I was floating and just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, he curled his fingers around my wrists and gently pulled my arms to my sides. I raised my head and my eyes met his.

Connor’s hands moved to capture my face and he lowered his head to kiss me, at first placing small kisses at each corner of my mouth, before fully covering my lips with his own.

My eyes flared and I grabbed his biceps which flexed against my fingers.

The kiss was unreal, so much hotter than anything we had shared so far and that thin thread I had on my control split.

It was as if there were only the two of us, no music, no Natalie’s or Ella’s; no one but us.

He took my mouth with an uncompromising demand and I opened my lips as his tongue pushed inside. The kiss became quite fierce and I moaned into his mouth, excitement and need rushing into my body.

We must have remained joined together for minutes but it wasn’t enough. I wanted the kiss to never end.

Connor came to his senses before I did. I was dazed at the new level of intimacy we had just shared. He slowly pulled away and his hands curved around my jaw as he stared down into my eyes.

“I need to be inside you,” he whispered.

“You know I want that too, right?” I replied shyly.

He exhaled sharply and it sounded pained.

“We need to stop before this gets out of hand. Public place and all that,” he whispered directly in my ear in a gruff voice. I pursed my tingling lips and closed my eyes, feeling dreamy, revelling in the hottest sexual encounter I had experienced. My mouth throbbed with the need for more.

As I opened my eyes, Connor was watching me, desire evident in his sensual stare and he caught me by the elbows, gently shaking me from my passion-induced stupor.

“Harlow.Earth to Harlow.”

I slowly opened my eyes and looked up at him blissfully.

“And you can wipe the ‘silly girl been kissed for the first time’ look off your face. We’ve done this before,” he whispered, I could sense he was smiling.

My grin only became wider and he chuckled before tucking me into his side.

As Connor led me off the dancefloor by my hand, he stopped at the entrance into the main club and turned to me with a finger to his lips. I immediately knewwhat his silent message was. We were about to approach the others and they weren’t to know.

I felt slightly disappointed as I was actually nowdesperatefor them to know. I hated cloak-and-dagger scenarios. Ella kind of already knew anyway and it wouldn’t hurt to break the news to the overly amorous Natalie if she wasn’t actually straddling Mark at that moment down some back alley. I thought I owed it to Tom too who was still a bit too keen.

Nodding my understanding, he released my hand. I felt like I imagined a drowning person felt without their life jacket.

We walked together over to our friends who were all pretty well smashed. It probably couldn’t get any messier. There were peanuts all over the floor and several bottles were strewn over the table.

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