Page 30 of Not a Perfect Save

He tries to hide a smile.

I glare.

And now it’s his turn to smirk.

A stalemate, then. “You won’t be able to resist me for long.” I’m basically saying, ‘take me now’. What does a girl need to do to get some action around here?

“Who says I want to resist you?” All the playfulness deserts his eyes. They are hot with desire. The room goes silent as we stare at each other, even the sounds from outside seem to have stopped, almost as if the entire city is waiting in anticipation of what will happen next.

Connor’s nostrils flare, ever so lightly, but that’s enough of a sign for me.

I sling a leg over him, so I’m straddling his lap.

Immediately his hands are on me, hauling me close. Heat flares in my belly at the realization that he was waiting for me, and now that he’s gotten the green light, there’s no stopping him.

Connor’s mouth is on mine and my lips open to his tongue. I’m just as desperate. He doesn’t hold back, the kiss is hungry, devouring.

Long fingers grip my butt, holding me captive, preventing me from retreating now that I’ve made my choice. The hard length of his cock pushes at my center, insistent, even through our clothes. I’m barely able to suppress a moan as I bear down on him.

He grunts and his mouth moves over my jaw and along my neck. I whimper when he finds an especially sensitive spot.

“Yes, baby,” he growls, nipping there gently.

My hips rock against him and I clutch at his hair. “Connor.”

He flips us around so that it’s my back against the couch, and makes his way down my body, lighting up each nerve ending he passes.

He pauses at the valley between my still-covered breasts, and buries his head there for a second, as if he needs to catch his breath. Then warm hands continue along my sides, until his thumbs slip into the edges of my shorts.

Both of us still at that contact. Connor raises his eyes to mine.

I bite my lips and nod, just once. With a flick, he has my shorts undone and drags them down my legs together with my panties, holding my gaze the entire time. He tosses them behind him. His nostrils flare as he finally takes in my bare lower body, and my inner muscles clench at his attention.

I sit up and try to bring my legs together, but he fits himself between my thighs before I can. He draws in a deep breath, taking in my scent, and I blush. Then he lowers his head. A lick, a single stroke of his tongue and I shoot up, little shocks buzzing through me. But his big hands anchor my hips to the couch, keeping me open.

He licks me again, as if he is savoring the taste of me. It’s too much. I twist and moan, trying to get closer and edge further away at the same time as he continues to lap at my center. Once he’s sure I won’t escape, he slides one hand to my center, but puts the other on my belly as insurance.

And then a finger pushes, working its way into my depths. He thrusts, and I gasp. Another finger joins the first, making quick work of me.

I come so hard, I swear my breath stops.

Then I’m up in the air, and he’s carrying me to my bedroom. His gaze scorches my skin even as he lays me down with care. We kiss again, then part, only for a second, so he can tug off his shirt and jeans. He’s commando. I raise my brows. “Confident, were we?”

I take a moment to look.

He’s big. And I’m…not.

I smile. I can’t wait.

Connor gives me an answering grin and shrugs, unabashed. “Efficiency is key.” He illustrates the point by whipping my top off and settling his mouth against the pink lace of my bra, the lace abrading the tender skin there. I moan and all humor flees. His gaze goes dark, earthy.

And then he’s drawing away. “Condom,” he growls.

“Drawer.” I’m desperate, as if he hadn’t made me come just minutes before. He reaches over and grabs one. Why is the sound of ripping foil sexy? Patience is shot, I just want him inside me now.

Chapter Eighteen

CONNOR

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