Page 96 of Better Late Than Never

And according to the clock on the nightstand, we were getting low on time.

I kissed him again, lightly this time. “I guess we should go. Your train leaves in an hour.”

He groaned with theatrical resistance, but he got up out of bed and so did I. After we’d finished making ourselves presentable, we pocketed our wallets and phones, double-checked the room to make sure we had everything, then headed for the door.

As I was reaching for the handle, though, Connor, said, “Wait.”

I faced him. “Hmm?”

“Before we’re out in public and I can’t get away with this anymore…” He cupped the sides of my neck, drew me in, and claimed a soft, spine-melting kiss.

I couldn’t help the quiet whimper as I wrapped my arms around him. He slid a hand from my neck up into my hair, raising goose bumps all over my body. I pressed my hardening cock against him, and I was met with a similar ridge beneath his clothes. Oh, fuck yes. Everything he did turned me on, but nothing more than him being turned on himself. I loved having that effect on him—getting him hard, making his breath stutter, making him squirm and shiver beneath my touch.

“We should go,” he murmured, but he made no effort to pull away.

“I know.” I pulled him closer. “Should get… Don’t want to miss our trains.”

“Uh-huh.” His tongue teased the corner of my lip, then slipped past to explore my mouth as if this was the first time we’d ever kissed.

What could I do but surrender?

We needed to check out of our room. We needed to get to the train station.

But…

Just a few more minutes.

Because this was what I lived for these days. I went through the motions at work, counting down the days until I retired, all the while looking forward to moments exactly like this one. Connor hit the spot in ways my past hookups and friends with benefits never had. His kiss could reduce my entire universe to that one point of contact between our mouths. His hands could be deliciously rough to the point of bruising, or they could be so gentle they left goose bumps in their wake. His body—every inch of it—was something I could worship for ages with my lips and my hands.

“You know…” I panted. “There’s… There’s more trains.”

“You’re right. There are.”

“Mmhmm. And we’ve still got a little time before we need to check out.” I nudged him back toward the bed. “Think we can do something in that time?”

“Absolutely,” he replied in a hoarse whisper. “We…” He hesitated. “We can fuck when we get back to my place. Not enough time now.” He tugged me closer to the bed. “Pretty sure there’s still plenty we can do.”

“Damn right there is.”

Connor pulled me down on top of him, and I sank over him and into a deep, needy kiss. I wanted him to throw on a condom and fuck me into the mattress, but he was right—not enough time. Even a quickie still meant some prep and cleanup, and if he plowed me as hard as I wanted him to, the train ride back to El Puerto might not be very comfortable.

Fine. He could drill me into oblivion tonight.

For now, we made out as we pushed clothes off. Though this had to be a quickie, it wasn’t rushed. We still kissed like we had all damned day. We still touched like this was going to be the longest, most drawn-out foreplay of our lives. I was rock hard. So was he. We stroked each other as lazily as we kissed, and when Connor started on my neck—good God, this man loved kissing my neck—I was instantly covered in goose bumps.

“Jesus, baby,” I murmured.

He grinned against my throat before kissing beneath my jaw again. “Love it when you’re this turned on.”

I gave his cock a slow, appreciative stroke. “Likewise.”

“We don’t have time to fuck,” he mumbled against my skin, “but get the lube anyway.”

My only objection to that was that I had to let go of him long enough to roll away and reach for my bag.

I only got as far as opening the zipper before Connor was over me, kissing his way down my back. Every brush of his lips blanked my brain—holy fuck, he made me so damn hot.

“If we had the time,” he growled, “and you didn’t have to sit on the train for a couple of hours, I would be balls deep in you right now.”

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