Page 87 of Sweet Sinners
"There’s probably only one or two people involved," he murmurs, lifting my hand slowly, brushing his lips softly against my palm. My breathing stutters at the warm drag of his mouth over my skin, each kiss lighting sparks that scatter my worries. "But I’m sure no more than that."
My voice shakes slightly as I whisper, "Did you find anything on Anna?"
His eyes flick up to mine, a dark emerald that is almost unreadable. "Nothing concrete yet," he admits quietly, brushing his thumb across my pulse. "But I'm still digging."
Something in my chest tightens again—fear, dread—but Connor notices instantly. His hands slide gently over my waist, pulling me closer. "Relax," he murmurs, voice low and reassuring. "We’ll figure it out."
His touch is slow, possessive, easing up my sides until his thumbs brush along the curves of my breasts through my thin shirt. Heat pools low in my belly, and when he dips his head, his teeth sink gently into my neck. I gasp, arching into him instinctively, the tension in my body melting under his touch.
“Connor,” I whisper breathlessly, hips rocking forward without permission, grinding softly against him. “I—”
He palms my breast fully, rolling my nipple between his thumb and finger until it tightens, aching for more. His other hand slips beneath my waistband, and I tremble, pressing into him, needing his touch to drown out every other thought.
"Do you want me?" I whisper, my voice barely audible as I grip his shirt, feeling his heat radiating through the fabric. "Really want this?"
"Yes," he growls, low and fierce in my ear. His body presses me back against the kitchen island, trapping me between the cold marble and his scorching warmth. "Why? Were you satisfied with just one night?"
"No," I admit softly, shivering as he drags his teeth lightly over my jaw. "But…I wasn't sure where you stood."
Connor pulls back slightly, his gaze locking on mine as he cups my cheek, thumb brushing tenderly along my bottom lip. The intensityin his eyes steals my breath, making me feel fragile yet utterly safe all at once.
"I'm exactly where I want to be," he whispers darkly, his lips grazing the corner of my mouth. "You astound me, Cali. You make me feel things I’ve never felt, and if I walked away from you now, I’d have to be fucking insane."
He slides his hand under the waistband of my shorts, fingers teasing, tracing slowly until he finds exactly what he’s looking for. I gasp sharply, nails digging into his shoulders as my hips roll instinctively toward his touch.
"Why can't we ever make it to the bedroom..." I whimper, losing myself as his finger circles my clit, featherlight, teasing.
He chuckles roughly, biting gently at my neck. "It took everything in me to stop you earlier," he murmurs against my skin, voice vibrating straight through my bones. "I want you, Angel, and not just as the best secret I’ve ever kept."
I melt into him, knees trembling as his finger brushes my clit, teasing expertly. My head falls back against his shoulder, eyes closing, surrendering to the feel of him surrounding me completely. "Connor," I breathe shakily, voice desperate, needy, barely recognizable as my own.
"We're alone now," he growls softly, his fingers slipping deeper, stroking the place inside me that sends sparks bursting across my vision. "I'm here, Cali. I'myours, and you'remine."
Pleasure coils tighter, spreading low in my belly, and suddenly I can't think clearly—I don’t want to. Not when he's touching me like this, overwhelming every sense, every nerve.
His breath grazes my ear again, a whisper thick with sin. "Tonight, I’m going to bend you over this counter and fuck you until your legs shake, until you're begging me for mercy." He thrusts harder, deeper,pushing me to the edge. "Then you'll get on your knees and taste exactly how good we are together."
"Connor," I gasp, eyes rolling back, the world spinning as I tighten around his fingers. "Yes, fuck—"
"That's right," he growls possessively. "Let go. Give yourself to me."
I shatter instantly, pleasure ripping through me, stealing my breath and leaving me weak and trembling against him. His strong arms keep me upright, holding me together, pulling me close as the aftershocks leave my body shaking uncontrollably.
Slowly, as my breathing steadies, his lips brush tenderly against my temple. "Do you believe me now?"
I nod weakly, head dropping onto his chest as he holds me up. For the first time, I’m not afraid of tomorrow—not when tonight is this perfect, this intense, this consuming.
Not when he’s making me feel safe, wanted, and completely owned.
Chapter forty
Connor
Ican’tgetenoughofher like this—bent over the kitchen counter, palms pressed flat against the cool marble, shorts around her ankles. Cali, the woman who stands tall and fearless in front of boardrooms, who tells entire press conferences exactly how she’s going to rule the goddamn world, shaking and desperate under my touch. Fuck, it does something to me to see her this way—taking everything I give her, begging for more.
"Connor…oh, God," she moans, rolling her hips back as my tongue strokes her clit again. Her thighs tremble against my palms, desperate for more, always more.
I savor her, drinking her in, loving how wet and ready she is for me. I slide my tongue deeper, growling softly against her soaked skin, knowing exactly how the vibrations wreck her. Cali jerks sharply, nailsclawing the countertop as pleasure rips through her, and I hold her steady, devouring every shudder and moan until she’s shaking uncontrollably around me.
