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My heart pounds as he moves even closer. He’s so damn close, and suddenly every careful excuse, every cautious thought feels weak and meaningless. I stare up at him, breathless, pulse racing at the soft intensity in his eyes.
"First thing I’m doing when this ankle monitor comes off is taking you to that lake you love," he murmurs quietly, voice rough with conviction. "That one you always talk about. Then I'll drag you to every shitty sports bar just to watch you smile over bad wings andoverpriced beer. We’ll go bowling, even though I suck at it. I don't care, Cali. I want it all. I want to feel normal again, with you."
I blink rapidly, my throat tight as emotion burns hot behind my eyes. I’ve never heard Connor say anything so openly raw before, and it terrifies me even as it makes my heart race faster.
"Connor—"
He leans in, his voice dropping to a rough whisper that strokes something deep inside me. "You asked why I'm frustrated? Why I'm snapping at cops, why you're hiding from me? It’s because none of the bullshit keeping us apart matters. Being stepsiblings is nothing compared to how I feel about you. That title doesn’t mean shit, and—"
"Shut up and kiss me," I order softly, cutting off whatever else he's going to say, because I don’t need the words anymore. I just need him.
Chapter thirty-five
Connor
Idon'tneedanotherfuckinginvitation.
I'm on her instantly, catching her mouth in a kiss I've wanted all goddamn day, all my life, maybe. "Fuck," I groan against her lips, tasting the softness I've craved. "You have no idea how hard it's been staying away from you."
She arches into me, hands gripping my hair, pulling me closer. "I've tried so hard to tell myself no," she whispers, breathless and needy. "But I can't do it anymore."
"I know," I rasp, biting her bottom lip, dragging a needy moan from her throat. "I can't either. I've tried to stay away, to keep things clear, but every damn thing you do makes it impossible. Your voice,your eyes—hell, even the way you snap at me gets me hard. You’re everything, Cali."
She whimpers softly, pulling me into another frantic kiss. "Touch me. Now."
I can't deny her. Not when she's begging like this, not when I’ve dreamed every night about this moment—her legs around my waist, her voice breaking as I finally claim her.
The staff is gone, I sent everyone away and didn't care about the looks they gave me, no one here but us, hidden behind glass and plants. Perfect.
I drag her zipper down, her dress pooling around her feet in a silken heap, forgotten instantly as I lift her off the ground and pin her against the glass. Cali wraps herself around me, legs squeezing tight, grinding against the throbbing ache behind my zipper, the ache that’s been torturing me since I found her reading in this same greenhouse. Every night spent alone with my hand has been about her, always Cali, always her soft moans, her defiant eyes, her perfect fucking mouth.
I jerk her bra down next, cupping her breast roughly, rolling her nipple between my thumb and finger. She arches, her breath hitching beautifully. My mouth closes over her nipple, sucking, licking, biting softly until she trembles violently in my arms.
"More," she pleads desperately, pressing one palm to the fogged glass behind her, bracing herself as I lift her higher, arms trembling under her weight. But I don't care, I’d hold her here forever if it means I can taste her, mark her, finally make her mine.
"Please, Connor," she begs, her voice shattered, eyes half-closed with desire. "I need you."
I can't deny her, not when she's begging like this, not when she’s trembling in my grip like she might break apart. Instead of shoving her panties aside to check how wet she is—how fucking ready—I palmher ass roughly, digging my fingers into the soft curve and pulling her closer.
"Tell me something, Cali," I murmured, grazing my lips over the pulse pounding in her neck. "Is it me you’re craving, or are you just desperate to come?"
Her eyes darkened, gaze locked onto mine as she whispered, "It's always you, Connor. Even when it shouldn't be."
"Just me?" I teased, teeth scraping gently against her skin, savoring the shiver racing through her.
Her hips rocked against mine, urgent, pleading. "Only you," she whimpered. "I’m aching, Connor. My fingers aren't enough, I need yours. I needyou."
"Such a good girl," I purr, sliding my hand beneath her panties, fingers teasing softly over her swollen clit. Fuck, she's drenched. It's practically a crime not to give her more, especially when her moans sound like pure sin. I lick her nipple again, rolling the stiff peak against my tongue, savoring the way she arches and gasps my name.
"Be loud for me, Angel," I whisper roughly. "I want to hear how good I make you feel."
She nods, breathless, as I push a finger into her tight heat. A strangled moan escapes her, nails sinking into my shoulders. "Connor!"
"Yes," I pant against her skin. "Say my name again. Louder this time. Memorize it, Calliope."
I slide another finger into her, curling upward, searching for that spot that’ll shatter her. My teeth graze over her nipple again, and she arches into my touch, rocking her hips, riding my fingers, desperate for every stroke, every thrust.
"God, yes," she whimpers, her voice broken, lost to pleasure. She’s grinding down on my fingers, begging with every breath, and it makes me harder than I’ve ever been. I want to fuck her so badly it hurts, but her pleasure comes first.Always first.
