Page 30 of Dream Lover
“Okay.” I tossed my clean clothes on the floor, no longer needing sexy underwear to try to seduce him. Knowing that he wanted me just as much as I craved him was an aphrodisiac all of its own.
“Okay.” He nodded with a sly smile and pulled me to the bathroom, closing the door behind us.
I stood in front of the sink palms down on the hard surface. The heat against my back rose feeling Conner behind me.
He grabbed the hem of my still soaked-through dress and lifted. Chill bumps pebbled across my skin with the movement. I held my arms up, and the dress was over my head quickly and landed on the pile of Conner’s wet clothes in the corner.
Our reflection in the mirror stared back at me, eyes connecting. Holy shit, were we really doing this? My body screamed yes! Finally, after all these years of desiring him. Of putting every man I’d ever laid eyes on up against him. It was happening.
The massage was phenomenal, but it was in the moment, us touching each other and not able to hold back from one another. This wasn’t a spur of the moment situation. This was us coming together. He was right. There was nothing to stop us or come between us.
With ease, Conner unlatched my bra. Slow and methodical, my dream lover slid the straps down my arms all the while never losing our gaze.
The lace fabric fell to my feet. His lips pressed to my shoulder, my spine, moving down my back while grabbing the edges of my panties and dragging them down my thighs.
Sweet lord, warmth pooled in my lower belly as he bent, waiting for me to lift my foot. I did so, then the other, and kicked my panties off to the side. I turned to face him, hands going to his neck.
His eyes closed, momentarily opening with a deep desire and passion racing through them.
Gorgeous. Delicious.
Conner’s towel fell to the ground. He was beautiful, and I could feel his arousal on my belly.
He leaned down, and our lips connected while he cupped my face. It was slow yet so full of want. He pulled away, and I instantly felt the loss.
Conner grabbed my hand, and we moved into the shower. The two of us fit with ease, the water jetting around us. The three showerheads had us covered.
I hadn’t shared the shower with anyone in years, but not a single one ever felt like this. So consuming. I found my nervousness had completely dissipated.
Comfortable and safe, I relaxed when he took the soap between his palms, lathering it up, and began massaging my skin. His touch was strong and sure. He even took his time at my shoulders and kneaded everything away. His every touch set me ablaze.
When it was my turn, I took my time not missing a single plane of his solid flesh. Down on my knees, his beautiful erection was at eye level. As much as I wanted to take him in my mouth, I refrained but looked up to watch him try to even out his breathing.
Gradually I made my way up to him, brushing my body against his.
“Gimme that mouth, Quinn.” His hand slid along my neck, holding me with possession.
I tilted my head, and he dipped his head down, lips pressing to mine. He kissed me deep and hard, tongue thrusting inside. The man kissed me silly, and my knees went a bit weak. Reaching down I grabbed his ass, and he palmed my breast.
Peppering kisses along my jaw and down my throat, he was killing me soft and sweet with anticipation of what was to come.
“Let’s take this to bed, yeah.”
I managed to get out a breathy, “Okay.”
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Conner
Your pants, they bother me. Take them off.
The secondI stepped out of the shower I grabbed a towel and set forth on wiping Quinn dry.
“You know I can do that,” she said softly in this breathy dazed voice. Damn, I loved that.
“This is more fun.”
Her smile lit up the room. A knock sounded at the door of our hotel room.
