Page 72 of Start Your Engines

“Oi, you.” Connor pops the food down, and Fluffers attacks it with the hunger of a cat who hasn’t been fed in weeks rather than a few hours. Connor’s forearms flex again, and my body quivers.

“Good girl.”

An ache spreads through my body. When I look at him again, his dark and wanting eyes meet mine. “Who are you calling a good girl? Fluffers is a boy.” My voice wavers.

He steps closer, and my entire body trembles at his intent. “Maybe I’m calling you good girl. Would you like that, baby?” his lips whisper against my neck.

His kisses trail down my skin. When I think they’ll undo me, he gets on his knees and lifts my T-shirt. His lips are hot against my body as my hands fist his hair.

“We need to stop,” I say between gasps.

He pulls his head back. “I’ve gone too far too quick?”

I press my finger to his lips and shake my head.

His sudden vulnerability wraps around my heart, and I kneel to face him. I return his earlier moves and brush kisses against his neck. I lift his shirt. His abs quiver, and the words of his tattoo move like rushing water as I run my fingertips across them.

I push his shirt down quickly and find his brow furrowed. “If I start that, I’ll never stop.”

“I’m not complaining.”

My hand travels lower and catches on his erection. “Your dick is massive!”

“Say it again.” His smile is charm and cockiness. “Tell me my dick is huge, baby.”

“No.” I jump up and stand away. I want to repeat those words and have him drag me to his bed. His eyebrows jump high. “Not no, because I don’t want to. I really want to. Fuck me, your cock is the biggest I’ve had near my hand, and I’ve not seen it to know that.” He smirks, and I glare. “We need to go out and get dinner?—”

“I have everything I want to eat right here.”

I choke on my gasp.

“Have you ever straddled a man’s face while he worships your?—”

“That’s it. We’re going out.”

I want everything he’s offering me, but I need time to contemplate the lines I’m crossing, and having my legs wrapped around Connor’s devilish face won’t help that.

He chuckles as I stand frozen. I’m too saturated with need to move.

“Come on then, beautiful. I’d best drive as you won’t be able to concentrate with the thought of my tongue in your pussy. I’d hate for you to scratch your car knowing exactly what I have planned for you when we get back.”

I get my bag as he tracks my movements. He’s like a hungry panther playing with his food.

“By the way, do you need to make any notes about your plans for the rest of your time off?”

I turn to him, my head hurting from the change of conversation. “Huh?”

“Once I fuck your brains out, baby, you’re not going to remember your name, so if there’s anything important you want to remember, you’d best make a note.”

“You’re such an ass.” I hold my keys out to him. “I’ll let you drive, but promise you’ll be careful with my baby.”

He grabs my keys and pulls me against him. “Only if you promise to be my good girl when we return and let me do all the things with you I’ve fantasised about for years.”

My mouth dries up, and I nod.

As I follow him out of the house, my eyes firmly fixed on his butt, I can’t imagine dinner will last long. I can barely remember my name, let alone how to eat.

CHAPTER 36

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