Page 84 of Undeniable

Not in a few days. Not at the end of the week. But in less than twenty-four hours.

His arms slipped around my waist from behind, his body warm and secure. “It really isn’t a big deal, Olivia. You’ll see—it’s pretty low-key.”

I fought to concentrate on his words instead of my rising panic. How was I possibly going to say goodbye to this incredible man who had turned my world upside down?

He brushed my hair away from my neck, and I closed my eyes. He leaned in, my back to his front as he pressed a kiss to the delicate skin of my neck. I shivered as he continued his assault, dotting kisses down my neck, my shoulder.

“Connor.” His name came out as more of a sigh.

“Yes, Goody?” He didn’t stop, just continued to leave a trail of kisses that electrified me.

“We have to…” I let out a breathy moan as he slid his hands up over my breasts.

“We have to…?” I could hear the smile in his voice, the amusement mingled with desire. But he was just as affected as I was, and I could feel the hard evidence digging into my backside.

“Just one more,” he said, and I wasn’t sure if he was referring to the cookie or another round of sex. At this point, I was prepared to give him anything he wanted.

He swept my dress aside as he trailed his hand up my leg. I closed my eyes, leaning my head back against his chest. I loved the feel of his hands on my skin, his rough calluses sliding over my smooth, bare legs. I loved the way he surrounded me, made me feel safe.

He toyed with me over my panties, the material already wet with my arousal. I was panting, needy, and I rocked into his hand, silently begging for more. His deep chuckle in my ear was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard, but the slow pace he’d set was infuriating.

“More,” I whispered, pleaded.

I want more of this. More of him.

He pushed my panties aside, slipping his finger up and down in a way that had me writhing my hips with need. He made me wild. Desperate.

Finally, when I thought I could take no more, he slid his finger inside me. I gasped as he clutched me to him, power and control radiating from his body. I’d never been with someone so…so overwhelming in every sense of the word. He consumed me, body and soul, making it impossible to think about anything or anyone but him.

“Give it to me, Goody,” he rasped, rocking into me. “Give me everything.”

My legs shook, body clenching around his finger as my release barreled toward me. I closed my eyes, powerless to stop it. But he was there, supporting me the entire time as always, catching me as I floated back down to earth.

Connor held me a moment, seemingly in no rush to leave, then smoothed my dress back down. When I turned to face him, his eyes were hooded. He lifted his hand to his mouth, sucking on the finger that had just been inside me.

“Mm.” He moaned, licking it clean. “Tastes even better than your cookies.”

I shook my head with a laugh, surprised that his comment didn’t bother me. In fact, it was such a turn-on that I knelt to the floor, feeling emboldened and wanting to return the favor. Wanting to make him feel as good as he’d made me feel.

“What are you doing?” he asked as I unbuckled his belt.

“What do you think I’m doing?” I peered up at him from beneath my lashes.

“You don’t have to…” But he couldn’t complete the thought because I took him in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tip as I held his gaze.

He gripped the counter, his mouth forming an “o.” And despite my lack of experience, I felt like a queen. Even though I was the one on my knees, he was at my mercy. For all his powerful muscles—thighs, insane abs, and broad chest—I was the one in control. I’d never felt more powerful or sexier than I did in that moment.

I continued my ministrations, licking, sucking, teasing him as he hissed through his teeth, “Fuck, Goody. Fuck. So good.”

But then a moment later, he pulled me off him with a pop. He lifted me onto the counter, frantically pushing my dress aside. “I need to be inside you.”

I nodded, biting my lip as I watched this strong man struggle to maintain control. He sheathed himself, his movements precise despite his haste. A second later, he yanked my undies aside and thrust inside me.

I leaned back on my elbows, feeling everything so deeply. The cool bite of the counter in contrast to the warmth of his skin. His lips on mine. His hands in my hair.

He hadn’t just invaded my home and my life this week; he’d laid siege to my heart. And I wasn’t sure how I’d ever recover.

He tilted his head to mine, our foreheads kissing as our ragged breaths mingled in the air between us. “Olivia.”

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