Page 67 of Undeniable

“Huh?” I furrowed my brow.

“Sad that you haven’t had the pleasure, but happy that I’ll get to be the one to give it to you.” He cupped my cheek then dragged his thumb down my lip, his gaze intense. “That is, if you want me to.” His expression was so honest, so open, that I couldn’t help but want to trust him with this too.

“I…” I could barely think straight. “I do.”

He kissed me again, this time more slowly. There was no rush. And the more we kissed, the deeper I fell under his spell until we were both lying on the bed, bodies intertwined.

“I could spend all night kissing you,” he said, propping himself up on one elbow.

I could gladly spend all night kissing Connor, too.

He brushed my hair aside, his fingers skimming my shoulder then my back. Every movement was slow, and I luxuriated in his touch, completely content. He leaned forward and kissed my shoulder, my collarbone, the top of my breasts as I rolled onto my back with a sigh.

I couldn’t stop touching him, running my hands over his skin as he dotted kisses in the valley of my breasts. The underside. The side. Everywhere around my nipples but not actually on them in a way that had me squirming for him to suck one into his mouth.

“Is this okay?” he asked, the warmth of his breath wafting over my already heated skin.

“Yes,” I sighed, arching my back, my breasts aching for more of his touch.

He kissed closer to my nipple, running his tongue along the outside before finally sucking it into his mouth. It was both too much and not enough.

He stayed there, teasing my breasts, making me writhe with want. And then he was kissing down my stomach. His eyes still locked on mine. Every time I looked at him, his gorgeous gray-blue eyes were on me, as if he was afraid I’d disappear if he looked away.

I smoothed my hand over his head, enjoying the way his hair tickled my palm. I caressed his cheek, still struggling to believe this was real and not just another fantasy I’d concocted while we were on the phone late at night.

He hesitated above my underwear, his nostrils flaring. “Olivia,” he said through gritted teeth. “I’m barely holding on here. I’m dying to taste you. But only if that’s what you want.”

“I want it,” I said without hesitation. Based on everything he’d done so far, I knew it would feel amazing.

He used his thumb to stroke me lightly through my underwear, the fabric slick with my desire. “If you want me to stop, just say so. But I doubt that will be the case.” He smirked.

I laughed. “There’s the cocky guy I know and…”

But when he pressed his mouth to my sex, I nearly bolted off the bed from the pleasure. He took his time, teasing me through my underwear, letting me get used to the idea. The entire time, his eyes were glued to mine, his expression intense. His desire overpowering as he stared at me from between my legs.

My underwear was soaked, and I kept moving my hips, wanting more, needing more.

He pulled back, and I whimpered. “I take it you’d like me to continue.”

I squeezed my breasts, antsy for his touch. Eager for him to fulfill the promises he’d made the other night while we were on the phone.

His eyes darkened, and he looked as if he might pounce on me. “Tell me what you want.”

“Your mouth,” I croaked.

“Where?” he rasped, slipping his fingers beneath my underwear and sliding them down my legs.

“Everywhere.”

“Good answer.” His words rumbled out of his chest.

“And…” I hesitated, but only briefly. “I want you naked.”

He smirked. “Even better.”

He stripped out of his boxer briefs, and his cock bobbed against his stomach. My mouth went dry at the sight. And when he gave his erection a tug…HolyHail Mary…

He returned to his position between my legs and resumed his ministrations, using his mouth and his fingers to coax sounds from me I’d never made before. The pleasure wound tighter and tighter, but he didn’t let up. He didn’t stop—not until I was crying out, my hands twisting the sheets, the pleasure hitting me so hard that I thought I blacked out for a moment.

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