Page 66 of Undeniable

I tossed her gently on the bed, ready to make good on my promise. But when I saw her lying on her back, hair fanned out against the pale-pink comforter, all I could think about was how incredibly lucky I was.

Everything about her was perfect—from her full tits to her hips. To the trust she’d placed in me. And those lips, that mouth…my imagination had certainly not prepared me for this. For her. I pressed against my dick, aching to be inside Olivia, aching for release.

She propped herself up on her elbows, her breasts swaying from the movement. “Connor.” She bit her lip. “Is something wrong?”

“No, baby.” I crawled up the bed, over her body, peeling away her bra. Now that we were together, everything felt right in the world. Anything else could wait.

She relaxed, sighing into my touch. And I drank her in—the color of her nipples and the way they pebbled. The freckle on her stomach.

“Fuck, you’re sexy,” I rasped, placing kisses all along her bare skin. “I want to see you,” I said between kisses. “All of you.”

She sucked her lower lip into her mouth, just like I wanted her to suck my cock, and I groaned. This woman was going to be my undoing.

CHAPTERFIFTEEN

Connor kissed his way up my legs, kneading my muscles as he blazed a trail toward where I needed him most. His hands provided firm pressure, helping me relax. Even as his lips moved higher and higher until my knees were bent and my thighs were shaking with anticipation and nerves.

He moved up to his knees, placing his hand gently on my stomach. “Olivia?”

“What?” I asked.

“Are you nervous?” He smoothed his hands over my knees and back down my legs. “You’re shaking.”

“I’m…” Words failed me as I scanned his nearly naked form. His boxer briefs did little to conceal the outline of his erection, and I still couldn’t believe how hot he was. Howbighe was—everywhere.

I wanted to rub my hands all over his broad shoulders, that muscular back and powerful chest. Muscles I didn’t even know existed were carved into his skin. Was this even real? Was he real?

“What’s wrong?” he asked, caressing my cheek. The pad of his thumb was callused, but it felt so good against my skin. His touch gentle, reverential, despite his strength.

“I, uh—” I shifted, trying to move to a seated position. “God, this is embarrassing.”

“What?” he asked, his hand still resting on my thigh. “You know you can tell me anything. And if you want to stop, we’ll stop. Okay?”

He dipped his head to meet my gaze. “Okay?” he asked again.

I nodded.

“So what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” His smile was reassuring.

I was still trying to wrap my head around the fact that Connor was here—in my bed. And we were practically naked. But hearing his voice was a comforting balm. It was familiar.

He was patient, his eyes filled with concern. For me. This big, beautiful man cared about me. And I cared about him.

“I don’t have much experience with…what you were about to do.”

“Do you want me to stop? We can cuddle, read a book, watch a movie. Hell, I can go back to my hotel if you want me to.”

“What?” I reached out and grabbed his hand. “No. I don’t want you to leave. I just feel a little nervous about—” I gestured to my lap. “That.”

“Do I make you nervous?” he asked in a gentle tone.

I shook my head vehemently. “No. Of course not. I only ever feel safe with you.”

His shoulders relaxed at that, and he pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Good.”

He caressed my back, my thighs, encouraging me to continue. “I haven’t been with many guys. And when they went down on me—” My skin flushed with heat, embarrassment mingling with desire. “It wasn’t the best experience.”

He glowered. “I’m not sure whether to be happy or sad about that.”

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