Page 18 of Sticking Out

“Touch me,” he breathes out, and I place my hand on his chest, splaying my finger. “Fuck, yeah.”

Okay, I know I’m not this man’s type, but holy, I don’t think this kind of arousal can be faked. A burst of excitement races through me, and his big hand closes over mine, moving it over his body, and taking it lower and lower until my palm is pressed against his hard cock and he’s cursing under his breath.

“How the fuck am I going to last?” he mumbles, and I’m not sure if he realizes he said that out loud. He backs up and our hands fall apart. Mine drops to my side, and his gaze goes up and down the length of me again, drinking me in. The hunger in him gives me a new kind of courage, and I grip the hem of my dress.

His gaze flashes back to mine, his breath coming fast as I lift my dress and pull it over my head. “You are so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, as he takes in my matching bra and panties, something else I bought today, because yeah, maybe I didn’t want this to be technical either. His throat gurgles as he swallows. “I can’t believe I get to touch you.”

I reach behind my back and unhook my bra and the moan of appreciation boosts my confidence.

“Oh la la,” he says and I laugh, the tensions easing inside me. He grins. “That’s all the French I know.” He cocks his head. “Was it sexy?”

“Très sexy.”

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He licks his lips, his eyes watching my every move.

Honestly, I can hardly believe I’m undressing myself in front of this man, and feeling confident in my curvy body. My God, he looks like a predator about to attack his prey.

With that thought in mind, I slide my fingers into my panties, and his nostrils flare like a wild animal ready to pounce. “You can rip them from my body, if you want.”

“Oh, I fucking want,” he answers without an ounce of hesitation. Two steps has him standing before me, his hands bunching the thin lace. A quick tug later, he has the lace in his palms, balling it up and breathing in my scent. My sex muscles clench at the display of heat, hunger and primitiveness radiating from him.

Conner unleashed.

I like it a lot, and make a mental note to try out more of the brazen things that happen in my romance books. Because yeah, I want more of this savagery. His fingers touch my inner thighs, and all coherent thought packs a bag and heads south. He’s right, thinking is overrated. With the lightest of touches, he runs his fingers over my quivering flesh, his fingers going higher and higher, until he’s a hair’s breadth away from my sex.

“Conner…”

“Yeah.”

“Touch me,” I moan. He grins, and runs his finger over my slit, opening my folds to dip into my warm heat. I grip his shoulders. “God, yes.” With the last of my inhibitions ebbing away, I move my hips forward, trying to force his finger inside and he growls. “Please,” I beg.

He drags his finger down the length of my sex, and then slowly, torturously inches back upward toward my throbbing clit. “The hormones are doing a number on you huh?”

“No,” I admit. “You are.”

He goes still again, deadly still, his finger hovering over my clit. “You want me, Dani.”

“Yes, Conner.”

With that he slides a thick finger inside me and my muscles clench around it. “Fuck, you are so hot and wet.” Under his breath, in an almost mystified voice, he murmurs, “For me.”

Why the hell does that surprise him so much? Has he not looked at himself lately? It’s not just his face and body that’s attractive to women. He’s a great guy. I can’t believe he’s still single.

I press my lips to his bare chest and breathe in his scent as he moves his finger in and out of my pussy. I haven’t been touched in so long, my orgasm is going to hit fast and that’s going to be damn embarrassing. I touch his chest, explore his muscles, and run my lips over his nipple as he flattens his palm and presses it against my clit.

“Conner,” I gasp, lifting my face to his. “I…I…” I don’t remember it ever feeling this good, and that’s probably because it was always a little hurried with Alec.

“I know. Let’s take the edge off, babe, and then I can spend the rest of the night taking my sweet time with you.”

He wants to spend the rest of the night taking his sweet time with me? I must be dreaming. Yeah, I have to be because why would he want to make this so great for me, when our end goal is his orgasm? But mine is important to him too.

I whimper my response and he slowly eases another finger in, filling me up more than I’ve felt in a very long time. As he presses his lips to mine, he moans into my mouth and my sex muscles begin to clench around him. I grip his shoulders as my orgasm takes shape and when I let go, the amount of liquid heat that drips over his hands and down my thighs fills my face with heat and embarrassment.

“Nice,” he murmurs into my mouth. “Next one is going to be with my mouth on you, because I can’t fucking wait to taste you on my tongue.”

Oh God, my muscles clench harder at that, and he eases off my clit, keeping his fingers inside me as I ride out the powerful waves of pleasure. When my body stops spasming, I back up, and his fingers slide from my body. I put my hand on his chest and give a little push.

“That’s going to have to wait.”

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