Page 12 of Relentless Surrender

Conner was standing over the stove, a pan filled with what looked like a dozen scrambled eggs. Next to him was a plate piled high with bacon. Next to that was another plate with what looked like an entire loaf of bread made into toast. Basically, enough food to feed an army…or a corps she guessed.

Looking down as she ruffled her hair, Sage shyly answered, “Good Morning.”

“Coffee?”

“Um, tea if you have it,” said Sage as she stood awkwardly in the middle of the tiny kitchen twisting the end of the t-shirt.

“Doubt it. Buddy’s not the tea drinking type but let me check,” responded Conner as he turned to rifle through the various cabinets. “Sorry. No tea. I can go get some.”

“You know what. That’s okay. I really should be going anyway,” said Sage as she turned and tried to escape out of the kitchen. She didn’t make it two steps.

Conner grabbed her from behind, hugging her close. “Not so fast. You’re not getting away that easily.”

The moment she walked into the kitchen looking hesitant and vulnerable still rumpled and warm from his bed, wearing his t-shirt, Conner felt a possessive surge. His only thought was MINE. The more she resisted their attraction the more he fought to hold on to her. It wasn’t realistic. The last thing he wanted or needed was a serious relationship but the idea of letting this woman go, of even letting her out of his sight seemed untenable to him.

“Are you hungry?” he asked as he nuzzled her neck.

Sage tilted her head back, loving the feel of his lips on the tender spot below her ear. Once again, he was half naked. She seemed to see him more out of his clothes than in. He was wearing a pair of gray sweatpants hung low on his hips. The warmth of his skin soothed her.

“Sage…baby?”

“Hmmm,” she murmured more feeling his words against her skin than hearing him.

“Are you hungry?” he repeated.

“Not really.”

“Good,” he said lifting her by the waist and carrying her over to the kitchen table, “because I am.”

“Conner, what are you…no…I…”

Her naked ass hit the hard-wooden surface as Conner grabbed her knees and pushed them up and out, exposing her already wet pussy. Locking in on her with his clear, blue eyes he slowly lowered his head to the top of her thighs. Opening her lower lips with his fingers, he flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue.

“Conner, we shouldn’t…I…oh god…”

He pressed his tongue flat against her clit and moved it from side to side. The combination of pressure and rhythm sending shocks up her spine. Shifting his shoulders to push her legs open even wider, Conner moved his right hand to cup her. With gentle circles, he stroked the tight entrance to her passage with the pad of his thumb, feeling her body relax. Swiping his tongue over her clit in quick succession, he plunged two long fingers straight to the hilt deep inside her.

Sage’s hips vaulted off the table surface with the contact. Conner followed her up. Keeping the frenetic pace. His tongue against her clit, his fingers thrusting deep. It didn’t take long for Sage to see stars. Her orgasm was swift and fierce, leaving her feeling drained and perhaps more than a little defenseless. It was alarming how well he knew her body. How quickly he could read her.

Conner licked his fingers. “Just what I was in the mood for,” he said with a wink before helping her off the table. Sage almost stumbled on her unsteady legs. Excusing herself she practically ran to the bathroom, needing a moment of solitude to recover.

After splashing some cold water on her face, Sage stared at her reflection. What was wrong with her? Most woman would be rejoicing at finding a man so great in bed! That was the problem. Sage feared she liked him too much. Men like him didn’t stick around. She would be left broken-hearted. She needed to get out of here!

Opening the door, she listened for sounds in the kitchen before sneaking into the living room. Finding her purse on the floor, she grabbed it and made her way back into the bedroom before dialing the number for a taxi.

“Yes, hello. Can you please send a taxi to…?”

The phone was pulled from her hand before she could finish.

“Cancel that cab.”

She knew it was childish, but she refused to turn around and face what she knew was a very angry male standing behind her.

“I didn’t want to bother you for a lift home.”

“Oh, you bother me in allot of ways, Sage,” he said suggestively. “Driving you home isn’t one of them. I’ll get my keys.”

With that he left the room, but she heard him muttering something about god saving him from independent women.

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