Page 83 of Come Back for Me
He does. He kisses me as though it’s the only thing he was made to do. Our tongues clash over and over, driving me crazy. I need more. I want more. I want him to touch me and love me.
“Touch me.” I barely get the words out before I go back to his lips.
He’s the only man who has ever made me feel like this. Never in my life has someone kissed as thoroughly as Connor does. It’s a full-bodied experience, and right now, my body wants more.
I’ve been loved by him before.
I’ve felt him inside me.
And I want to feel it all over again.
Connor’s hands glide up my back and then back down. He breaks the kiss, and we watch each other as his hands move to my chest. Knowing he’s measuring my response, I tear my shirt off, revealing my breasts to him, and then I grip his wrists so I can guide him there.
The heat in his gaze is enough to melt me, and my head falls back as he rubs his thumbs against my nipples and kneads my breasts. I swear that I could come just like this. I bring my head back up, and his touch, his eyes, and the power he’s giving me is too much.
“You’re so perfect. You’re everything, Ellie. Tell me what you want.”
“More.”
He smirks but shakes his head, warm breath caressing my bare skin. “Be specific. Do you want my mouth on your gorgeous breasts? Do you want me to kiss your lips again? What do you want, Angel?”
I’ve never been vocal. In fact, I’ve always been forced to be quiet and obey. I don’t know how to do this, but here is this big, strong man, surrendering himself to me, which is something I don’t think he’s ever done for anyone else. I want to be brave for him.
“I want your mouth on my breasts.”
Heat flashes in his green eyes, and then, without breaking our connection, his tongue circles my nipple, which is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. My fingers slide into his hair as he worships me. He kisses, sucks, and caresses my skin before going to the other side.
It’s heaven and hell all at the same time. I start to move my hips, needing more.
“That’s it, Angel, take what you want. Use me. Ride me and take what you need.”
His words should embarrass me, but they don’t, and I do as he says, giving myself the friction I so desperately need. We go at it like teenagers who don’t know any better, but it’s perfect.
I start to build as Connor’s mouth is on my breasts and his cock strains against his jeans at the exact angle I need. My heart is pounding, body tense as I search for my release.
“Let go, Ellie. Let go, I’ll catch you. I’ve got you in my arms, and I won’t let you fall.”
I push harder, moving faster as he groans. His tongue rolls my nipple around and then I feel his teeth bite down just enough and then . . . I fly.
My eyes close, head falling back, and he’s right there, kissing my skin as I have what might be the best orgasm of my life.
My breathing starts to come back as embarrassment washes over me.
Connor looks up at me. “That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Watching you let go, it was beautiful.”
I shift, and he winces. “But you . . .”
He takes my face in his hands and kisses me tenderly before bringing my forehead to rest on his. “I got everything I wanted, but I do need to”—he shifts—“go to the bathroom for a minute. When I come back, I’m going to hold you and force you to watch a movie. Don’t go anywhere, okay?”
I don’t know that my legs would even work if I tried. “Okay.”
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
Connor gives me a smile that melts my bashfulness away. “For trusting me.”
I kiss him again. “Thank you for being a man I can trust. I . . .” I stop myself, knowing that’s it’s too soon to tell him that I’m falling in love with him.
