Page 162 of Unspoken Words
Resting my head on his back, I closed my eyes and listened as he repeated the first verse and bridge before slowing his strumming and then stopping. It had become my lullaby, my medicine … my anchor.
I smiled and glanced up through my lashes at him. “It’s coming along nicely.”
“It’s not quite there yet. The lyrics for the chorus just aren’t working.”
“Wanna run them by me? Maybe I can help.”
“Na, not yet. I have a few things I have to put in place first.”
“Oh, okay then.” I shrugged and crunched into another carrot, some of the sour cream sliding off and dripping onto Connor’s t-shirt. “Shit!” I scooped it off with my fingertip and chanced a look up at him to see if he noticed.
He did.
“Did you just do what I think you just did?”
“Um …” I sucked my finger, removing the evidence. “I don’t know what you think I just did, so my answer is no.”
He shifted to face me and took hold of my hand and held my finger to his lips. “God, I hope she doesn’t have your cheekiness.”
“Of course she will. You’re doomed.”
He slapped his hand to his chest. “I’m doomed? Don’t you mean we’re doomed?”
“Nope. Just you.”
Connor flicked his tongue over my fingertip, his eyes heavy and prurient. “How am I gonna cope with the two of you?”
I swallowed and bit my lip. “I don’t know. Good luck with that.”
The muscles between my legs pulled tight, my breasts full and heavy, my need for his tongue, lips, and body even heavier. During the past couple of weeks, my sex drive had raced faster than a F1 McLaren, so it was all systems go at any second of any day, provided I didn’t get ‘too’ excited or ‘over-worked’—Doctor’s orders.
Trailing his tongue across my hand, he stopped at my wrist and gently nibbled and kissed my tattoo, his eyes never leaving mine. They were a dark storm of need and intent, and I adored their thunderous stare.
Connor stood up and gently guided me to stand with him. He then circled my body, stepped behind me, and pressed his erection into the dip of my arse. I sucked in a breath as his ravenous hands encased my body and roamed my chest and neck, one settling to cradle our daughter the other cupping my breast.
“Bedroom,” he whispered, his lips warm and wet on my earlobe.
My body shuddered with desire, and I near collapsed at his feet, my knees weak, my legs useless.
Gently guiding me forward with his body, he held me to him with each step we took, his frame hard and strong.
“I’ve got you.”
“Yes, you do.” I arched my neck and welcomed his mouth to my exposed skin, my eyes fluttering shut when he pressed his lips to the spot only he could touch.
“Oh God! I might not make it to the bedroom,” I exhaled, my words weaker than my body.
Before I could feel the loss at my back, he gently scooped me into his arms. “Yes, you will. I’ll take you anywhere you want to go.”
My eyebrow quirked. “Anywhere?”
“Yeahhh.” His eyebrow quirked too. “But something tells me your destination is different to where I had in mind.”
I smiled. He was right. Kinda. I wanted him to take me to where he wanted to go, but I also wanted him to take me somewhere else. Somewhere afterwards. Somewhere just as delicious.
“Let’s go to the bedroom,” I said, kissing the tip of his nose. “And then you can take me to Anthony’s.”
“Anthony’s?”
