Page 53 of Kiss and Tell
“Do you like it?” He ran his lips lightly across my cheek. “Do you like it when I touch you?”
My insides throbbed and pulsed.
“Yes,” I breathed.
He let go of my hair and brought his hand to the front of my blouse. He toyed at the top button.
“Do you want me to touch you now?” he asked.
I suppressed a whimper and let my head fall back against him, exposing my throat and pushing forward my chest.
“Yes,” I whispered.
He popped open the first button. I did whimper then. He ran a finger along my collarbone, the friction igniting flames along my skin.
“Where?” he asked. “Where do you want me to touch you?”
I should have known it was going to end up like this. I’d been attracted to Connor from the beginning, and he’d been attracted to me. He was right; there was a connection between us.
I turned on the spot to face him. He dropped his hands as I startled him with my sudden movement. I tangled my fingers in the hair at the back of his head.
“Everywhere,” I said. “I want you to touch me everywhere.”
Hunger flared in Connor’s eyes as he waited not a second longer. He buried his hands in my hair and pulled me in until our mouths crashed together in a fiery kiss.
I moaned as his lips covered mine. They were soft yet firm, moving purposefully. He ran his tongue along the seam of my lips, seeking entrance. I gave it to him, letting him inside. I wanted to know if he tasted as good as he smelled.
It was even better. That familiar spicy scent was somehow sweet as I soaked him in and let our tongues tangle together. It was enough to send liquid heat flowing down my belly and straight between my thighs.
I clutched at his shoulders, pressing closer, molding against him as his mouth captured mine again and again. I barely had enough time to breathe in between kisses, let alone think. My mind was hazy, my toes feeling as if they were floating several feet off the ground.
I tugged at Connor’s shirt, slipping my hands under the hem to run my palms along the peaks and valleys of his firm abs. He was like a furnace, so hot it almost scorched me.
He broke our kiss long enough to pull the t-shirt over his head and throw it to the floor. I took a moment to admire his chiseled chest, to appreciate the firmness under my palms.
Connor ran his hands down my back until he was cupping my ass over my pencil skirt. He squeezed and kneaded, his grasp on me making my stomach clench. He slid a hand under my leg. I followed his urging, wrapping it around his waist, the hem of my skirt bunching up. He slipped underneath the skirt, running his fingers over the back of my thigh. I moaned as he touched bare skin.
He cupped my ass again and groaned a single word into my mouth.
“Up.”
I understood. He hoisted me up and set me down on the desk, standing between my spread thighs. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. Instead of returning to my mouth, he latched onto my neck, leaving sucking kisses up and down my throat. His lips trailed down to my collarbone, then stopped, stymied by my still-buttoned blouse.
“This shirt needs to come off right the fuck now,” he growled against my skin.
My insides fluttered at the possessive heat in his voice. I hastened to undo the buttons, going one by one, but my trembling fingers fumbled. I was clearly not going fast enough, because he grabbed a fistful of material, untucking it from my skirt, and yanked it over my head, tossing it unceremoniously to the floor like he had with his own shirt.
He returned to his kisses, following the line of my collarbone to the curve of my breasts. He cupped me over my bra, kneading and caressing in much the same way he’d caressed my ass.
He slipped a thumb under the thin cotton and found a nipple. I gasped as he circled it, flicking and rubbing and playing. He did the same to the other, making me arch my back and squirm against him.
He removed his thumbs, and I let out a noise of disappointment. His deft fingers quickly unsnapped my bra, letting it fall to the desk.
He stopped, gazing down at my bare flesh, my nipples flushed pink and swelled into stiff peaks. He cupped me gently in both hands.
“You’re so gorgeous,” he breathed. He pressed a kiss to the center of my chest. “I can’t believe how lucky I am.”
My cheeks flushed as bright as my nipples.
