Page 101 of Where We Bloom

“No.”

Connor has grown quiet. Slightly more intense.

“Something wrong?”

“Yes.”

He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, stands, and holds his hand out for me. After unbuckling my belt, I take his hand and let him pull me to standing, and he leads me to the back of the plane.

“Go to the front, Miller,” Connor says as he opens the bedroom door and ushers me inside. He closes the door and pushes me back onto the bed. Crawling over me, he kisses me silly.

“I’m hungry for something,” he says, “but it isn’t popcorn.”

“No?”

“Mm-hmm.” He kisses down my neck. “I wantyou.”

“Isn’t it handy that we have this bed at thirty-six thousand feet in the air?”

He works my top over my head, unfastens my bra, then feasts on my breasts, nibbling and biting the nipples, and then he gets to work on my jeans. I took my shoes off not long after we boarded to get comfy, so he’s able to slide my pants and underwear right over my feet, laying me bare for him.

“Now, I need you to be quiet, bumble. Because I’m going to have to kill anyone who hears you come, and I’m rather fond of Miller.”

I stare at him as he lowers his face to my pussy. “Connor.”

“Yes?”

“I can’t be quiet.”

“You will be,” he says with way more confidence than I feel. He drags his fingertip through my already soaking slit and grins up at me. “I fucking love how wet you get for me.”

“I cannotbe quiet.”

Not looking concerned in the least, his tongue follows the path his finger just took, and I have to bite my hand.

I’m going to die.

Or Miller and Bethany will because once Connor gets going on me, I can’t keep it in. I am not quiet when he’s having his way with me.

And he knows it.

He presses a finger inside me, and Imoan.

“Shh,” he says and bites the inside of my thighhard.

“Ouch.”

“Do you know how delicious you are?” He licks me again, and his finger continues to move slowly in and out of me, up to spread my own juices over my clit, and then back inside, making my hips move in circles. “You taste so sweet.”

“Connor,” I whisper, hearing the need in my rough voice. “I need you.”

“You’ll have me when I’m ready.”

He presses kisses to the crease where my thigh meets my center, another to the top of my pubis, and then over my clit, and I start to see stars.

“You’re not allowed to come yet,mo rúnsearc.”

“Then stop touching me,” I growl, and he chuckles, his voice rough with lust and need, before kissing my clit again. “Connor, I’m telling you right now, I need you inside me. God, please, fuck me on this bed.”

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