Page 17 of Sticking Out

“What?”

“This is just between us.”

“Yeah, I’m not much into threesomes, Dani.”

I laugh. “What I’m saying is I don’t really want the guys or anyone else to know. Not yet, anyway. Obviously if I get pregnant, we’ll have to tell them. But if I don’t get pregnant…”

“It’s no one’s business but our own.”

“Conner,” I say again for lack of anything else as he lets go of my dress, and lifts me clear off my feet. I wrap my legs around his body, and link my hands behind his head. I can barely breathe as he backs up, turns around and heads for the stairs. The man has been in my house numerous times, and I think the only time he’s been in my bedroom was the day he helped us move. When he stays over, he sleeps in the spare bedroom, which has always been known as Conner’s room. With determined steps, he carries me up the stairs, walks by my room and takes me into his.

“I want you in my bed,” he growls into my ear. “I want you naked, and your legs spread for me, so I can fill you with my hard cock.”

Oh. My. God.

Does he talk like this to all women he’s about to fuck? Wait, that’s not something I want to know.

“Tell me you want that too,” he growls.

“I want that,” I breathe out. “I really, really want that.” Way to sound eager, Dani. Then again, who cares. Conner knows it’s been a long time since I’ve been touched.

“But first, I’m going to need to look at you for a while.” He sets me down next to the bed, and a measure of unease creeps through me.

I point with a shaky finger. “I…the lights.” He cocks his head, his eyes full of heat and questions. “I don’t normally…and you know, this is just to make a baby.” I actually need the lights out, because if he sees what’s really in my eyes, he might conclude that this is more to me, and I don’t want him to get the wrong idea…or the right idea. Ugh.

“You want me to just do the technical stuff, Dani?”

I gulp. How do I answer that? “I…I…”

When I can’t find my words, he reaches out, and lightly touches my hair. “Yes, this is about making a baby, but tonight, you’re under my care, and we’re going to do things a bit differently if that’s okay with you.” I give a tight nod, and his eyes drop. A loud growl full of pleasure cuts through the silence. “I have been dying to see you naked…” He runs one hand over my hips, shaping my curves. Another growl rumbles in his throat. “You are so fucking sexy.”

Sexy.

God, I don’t think any man has ever called me that before, and I never felt it…until now.

“I need to see you when I put my mouth and hands on you.” I gulp air. He slides a hand between my legs, and I’m so wet it’s almost embarrassing. “I need to see this sweet pussy before I devour it.”

There’s going to be pussy devouring?

“Oh, yes.” I clamp my mouth shut after those two desperate words slip from my lips. But something in his grin tells me he likes that this isn’t going to be all technical.

“You like that, huh? You like the idea of me devouring your pussy?”

“Yes.”

“You don’t mind if I look my fill first?”

I gulp, and even though sex with the lights on is out of my comfort zone, I find myself saying, “No, as long as I can look my fill too.” That brings a smile to his face as he backs up, reaches over his shoulder, and tugs his shirt off.

Oh my…

“That’s a good start,” I tell him, and his grin widens.

I’ve seen him walk around shirtless before, but the hot image before me never gets old, and when I did see him half-dressed, I was always careful not to stare. I didn’t want to give him or anyone else the wrong idea. Which was probably the right idea. Am I even making sense? God, how could I be when I’m staring at utter perfection?

His chest rises and falls as I tentatively reach out. “Dani,” he murmurs, his muscles clenching. I lift my gaze to his and the intensity about him is as frightening as it is exciting.

“Yeah.”

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