Page 103 of Come Back for Me
Never before did I think I would be able to do that. Being vulnerable is scary and raw. Too many times, I’ve tried to avoid it because I learned that, when you allow another person to have the power to hurt you, they will.
However, I don’t think he will.
He would never hurt me—not intentionally.
Connor’s hands move from my arms up to my neck so he can tilt my face and deepen the kiss. He walks us backward, our mouths still together until I hit the bed.
“Lie down,” he instructs.
I do as he asks and slide onto my back. He doesn’t follow, though. He stands back, looking down at me. “Please don’t make me beg,” I say with a shaky breath.
I need him. No matter what tonight proves in regards to how we are together now, I need him.
“Never. I will never make you beg.”
“Then love me.”
“Always. Even though I don’t deserve you, I want you to know that you own my heart.”
“And you own mine.”
“God, I hope so.”
Before I can think too much about that, he moves to me and lifts my shirt from my body. I also made sure I wore matching underwear, so Connor finds a deep purple bra with lace that barely covers anything.
“Jesus Christ,” he says under his breath and then his mouth is on my neck.
He kisses his way down but doesn’t move the fabric. His warm mouth covers my very hard nipple through the lace, giving me so many different sensations all at once.
There’s the scrape of the lace against my overly sensitive nipple mixed with the wetness from his tongue finding my skin the fabric doesn’t cover. My fingers are in his hair, and my eyes are closed as I allow myself to get lost to him.
He moves to the other side, and his fingers tuck under the strap as he slowly pulls it down. The feel of his callused hands on my skin is overwhelming.
“You want more, Angel?” he asks as his mouth moves back up to my ear.
“Yes, I want it all.”
His groan is husky as he drags his lips down the column of my neck. “Then you’ll get all I have. Every-fucking-thing that I am will be yours.”
He pulls the other side of my bra down, exposing my breasts to him. His tongue darts out, circling around my nipple, and then he takes it into his mouth, lavishing it with heat.
I could die. I thought what we did the last time was hot, but being in his bed, where everything around me is his, is almost too much.
I can’t breathe without smelling his cologne. I can’t open my eyes without seeing something that’s his. And I feel him. Everywhere.
His hand moves down the front of my body to my jeans. Slowly, he undoes the button, and the sound of the zipper is loud, but it’s nothing compared to the sound of my breathing. I’m so turned on.
Connor watches me, and I nod, letting him know I still want this. He glides my pants down, removing my underwear too, and I’ve never felt more exposed and liberated at the same time.
He looks at me as though I’m a priceless piece of art that he’s won. Lips parted and eyes warm as his gaze caresses my bare body.
“You humble me, Ellie.” His voice is thick with emotion.
I don’t say anything for fear of breaking out in tears, and wouldn’t that be the most embarrassing thing ever? So, I sit up and brush my fingertips along the slope of his jaw before dropping them to the hem of his shirt and lifting it.
The last time we fooled around, I didn’t get this part. He wouldn’t let me touch him, and this time, we’re going to be equals. It’s only fair to have him naked too.
We both move slowly, savoring the seconds that we have. I don’t need to rush tonight, in fact, if I could, I’d put it in slow motion, allowing every single moment to last a little longer.
