Page 118 of Rules of Association

She was utterly exposed.

Her breasts shapely and heavy. Her nipples maybe pink but maybe a mauve sort of color. It was impossible to tell for sure underneath that fucking tank top that was now suddenly frustrating me. It was too thin and too damn stifling at the same time. It both molded to her body like it was painted there but covered up the smooth promise of her flat stomach and soft skin. It teased me. The shirt and her perky nipple taunting me good.

I wanted to know what color they were. They were pebbling, curling up into taunting points that begged to be touched. To be sucked. And I wanted to know.

I wanted to know a lot of things, it seemed. The feel of her. The warmth of her. The sound of her.

Fuck waiting. I was going to know now.

“Connor!” she gasped. It was not a frightened sound. Not unwelcome either. Just…surprised.

I was surprised too.

My mind hadn’t consulted with my body before I pushed up to my feet and grabbed Ceci by the waist. Further evidence of my mindlessness showed as I moved to back her up against the wall beside the tub so fast you would think my life depended on it. Her body felt soft under my touch. Hot too. And my mind barely registered her voice as my eyes ran along every curve, every dip, every swell of her slight, feminine body.

I ate it up. I would eatherup.

I bent down and pressed my face into her neck, needing to have her closer to me. Closer to the need that was swellinginsideof me. She smelled good. Like salty sea and some kind of flower andme. She always had a slight smell of me. Especially lately, now that she was staying with me so often. Using my things. Becoming mine.

She was mine.

She had always been mine. And the way that her body reacted to me, her arms tightening around my neck as she held onto me, her breath coming out like panting pleas, told me so.

My mouth opened on her skin, tasting her. She was sweet and salty and—damn,that sound. She let out a strangled moan. More free and yet more startled than any I’d elicited from her before. Her hands were on my back as I moved my own behind her. Cupping her ass and squeezing just as hard as I wanted to.Reallyfucking hard.

It took a tight grip to make her moan that sound again. Just like I fucking knew it would. She was so stubborn. So tough. I knew she would need it rough to make her melt for me.

“Connor,” she cried. This time it seemed a little more pained. Not a hurting butneeding.

Fuck. I needed her too.

I needed her closer. I needed herhigher. I needed to reach down and use my hands to heft her up to my level. Let her legs wrap around my waist. Let her feel my—

“Fuck,” I hissed as her body rubbed against mine, causing my knees to go just a little weak.

"Con, what are you doing?” she asked breathlessly, pulling slightly away from me.

It seems Ihaddone all those things. I had picked her up and pressed her against the wall and pressed my growing attractions into the warm center of her. Losing my fucking mind.

She was so hot. So soft.So fucking right.

But the way she was looking at me was off. Her eyebrows raised, her expression alarmed, her breathing ragged and whimpering and labored as she tried to both catch her breath and speak.

“What’s wrong?” I asked. Was I scaring her? Was I rushing things? I was quite possibly fucking this all up. And yet, I could only get myself to pull away from her body just enough to lay my forehead onto hers.

“What…are…you doing?” she repeated, her voice not sounding like her own. Beneath me, she chased my touch. Her chin raising, her lips grazing just under mine as she spoke. I didn’t even think she knew she was doing it. And that was just the thing with Ceci. Actions that she wasn’t ready for the consequences of.

I chased her lips right back, brushing mine against hers softly as I spoke onto her mouth. “What does it feel like, honey?”

“I…” she trailed off as she panted, her hands running up the back of my neck, her head just falling back against the wall as she continued to catch her breath. Exposing the top of her dripping wet chest to me.

I groaned and my hips moved into her again, sending my head into the stars and my brain into black.

I couldn’t see, just feel. She was tight and warm and drugging. Squirmy as she bucked her own hips against me, causing a friction that felt too close and too far from the real thing. Her hands clamped down on my neck, pulling at me.Needing meas she pushed out another uncontrolled breath. Her eyes were that fire color again. Maybe not a color per se, but an expression. And she was looking at me with a burning that I knew I couldn’t quench with our clothes on.

“Please, Celestia. You’re fucking killing me,” I groaned into her neck, my lips running up along the curve of her throat to the base of her jaw.

Her grip moved along my collar to the front of my shirt, bunching it between her fists as her greedy little hips rolled over me again, causing her to find exactly what she was meant to, hard and waiting for her. I groaned, meeting her with a thrust that I couldn’t quite control.

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