Page 80 of Our Secret Moments

He brings his mouth to the shell of my ear, his other hand playing with the strap of my dress. “Take off your dress for me, Catherine. I want to see you. All of you.”

THIRTY

CONNOR/CAT

THERE’S AN INDENTATION IN THE SHAPE OF YOU

CONNOR

She’s fucking magnificent.

The second that dress pooled to the floor, I was greeted to the sight of long expanses of dark brown skin. She is glowing in the moonlight as if she’s spent the entire day being bathed in sunlight for this specific moment. The curls that drape along her back that are so easy to wrap around my fist. That round ass of hers sculpted perfectly as she stands on one foot and then the other, not turning around to me, letting me take her in from this angle.

As forward as I’ve been, I still want to tease her.

“What did you do last night, Catherine?” I ask, biting softly on her shoulder before she tilts her head back, resting it on my chest with a shaky exhale.

“What do you mean? We were together the whole day,” she says, not getting what I’m hinting at.

The walls between my room and hers are thin, and I heard every single time she softly moaned my name whilst she touchedherself to the thought of me. It drove me insane all night and I was seconds away from running straight through the walls and eating her out just the way she deserves, showing her how much better I am than her fingers.

I wrap my warm hand around from her stomach to cup her breast, swiping my thumb against her nipple and she lets out a soft moan, shifting beneath me.

I hum into her neck. “Yeah, you sounded just like that.”

“You heard that?” she asks, her hand joining mine on her stomach.

“I heard everything, sweetheart,” I whisper. She starts to move our hands further down her stomach, desperate and eager to do more, but I stop her.

Using the last shred of self-control that I have, I spin her around, having no time to process her naked body in front of me before I press my lips to hers in a frenzied rush of desperation, groaning as she greedily pulls my hair.

“I want to see you exactly like you were last night.”

Her breath hitches as she pulls away from me. “I’ve never…. No one has ever asked me to do that before.”

I run my hand down the side of her face, my fingers resting possessively on her collarbone. “That’s the thing, Cat. Every person you have been with before me doesn’t matter. Because from now on, it’s just me and you.”

“Just me and you,” she repeats, kissing me back deeply.

I walk her to the edge of her double bed, unable to stop my hands from running across her wide hips, feeling her curves beneath my hands as we don’t break our kiss.

It’s unfair that she’s completely naked in front of me and I still have all my clothes on, so I reach for the hem of my shirt, tugging it off. Her eyes light up with excitement as her hands fumble for the button of my jeans. I let her work them off me until I’m only wearing my boxers.

She sits back on the bed, looking up at me with those innocent brown eyes, resting her arms back behind her as her whole body is on display for me.

She’s fucking stunning.

Each time I look at her, my whole body aches with how perfect she is. How each part of her is just as pretty as the last. She unknowingly captivates me just by breathing, by existing, in my presence. It should be a crime for someone to look so good all the fucking time.

I lean down into her until her elbows buckle beneath her, not catching her lips the way she wants me to. As much as it’s going to be torture for the both of us, I want to know exactly what she was doing last night so I know how to make her feel good, which means not kissing her until she tells me.

When her back hits the bed, her body instantly arches into me, her lips parting.

“Show me what you do when you’re alone,” I say into the space between us. Her eyebrows furrow, looking both angry and intrigued at the same time. “I want to know your body like the back of my hand, cherish every single sound that you make just for me, know every single way to make you feel good.”

“You already know how to make me feel good,” she whispers.

Even though that statement fills me with pride, it’s not exactly what I want to hear right now. I push off the bed, leaving her staring up at me before I hook my hand around her ankles. She laughs through a gasp as I pull her to the end of the bed. She leans up, shaking her head at me with a smirk as I kneel at the end of the bed.

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