“Ican’t wait to be inside you.”Hereaches down and sheaths himself right before my eyes. “Ifthat’s okay?”
Hispoliteness makes me smile. “Ofcourse it’s okay.”
Hesteps out of his jeans and boxers and kneels at the foot of the stairs, reaching for the sides of my underwear and sliding them off asIsink back and open myself to him.
Heleans over me, rests a hand on the stair next to my head, and kisses me.It’sa long, soft, deep kiss that’s as caring as it is lustful.
Hisother hand slides between us, finding my clit and sending sparks flying around my body all over again.Howis there still more pleasure left in me?
Iglide my hands over his firm, strong back as he guides himself toward my still-throbbing entrance.
Justeasing the tip inside makes me cry out—it’s part pleasure, part pain, and one hundred percent desire.
“Areyou okay?”Hisconcern for me is as big a turn-on as his body and his soul.
Inod.
“I’llgo slowly,” he breathes against my ear as his finger circles my clit and he moves a tiny bit at a time deeper and deeper inside.
Iadjust to him quickly, and before he’s all the way in,Ican’t wait any longer and grab his butt cheeks, pulling as much of him inside me asIcan fit.
“Christ,Rose,Ican’t bear it.”Herocks back and forth, still stroking my clit and taking me with him. “You’retoo much.Ican’t wait.I’msorry.”
Hestrokes and thrusts and beforeIknow it,I’mback at that edge and falling off it again, but this time he falls with me.
Werock on the stairs as he writhes over me, andIsink my fingers into those oh-so-amazing shoulders.
Howcan he do this to me twice in just minutes?Howis it even possible to feel like this?
We’rea mass of pants and cries and limbs and unbridled passion.
Whenour movements finally slow,Connordrops his forehead to the stair above me, his heart thudding right by my ear.
“Fuckinghell,Rose.”Hesounds like he can’t believe what just happened either.
Fuckinghell, indeed.There’sno going back now.
Hemoves his mouth to mine and wraps me in a warm, delicious kiss.Akiss that says this was more than just a wild thrash on the stairs.
Isigh into him as he presses himself up, a hand on either side of my face, hair flopping forward as he looks down at me and smiles. “Guesswe have a thing for landings, huh?First, the kiss at my parents’ house, and now, this.”
Itrace the outline of his pecs with my fingers. “ThankGodwe didn’t do this on your parents’ stairs.”
22
ROSE
“So,Iwas thinking,”Connorsays toSterling, who stares at us fromConnor’sphone, which is propped against the jar of strawberry jam on the kitchen island. “HowaboutRoseandIhead out to the beach house this weekend?”
Ilook up from spreading peanut butter on my toast.Thecall was supposed to be forSterlingto set out his next plans for us.Thisis the firstI’veheard ofConnorhaving his own ideas.Butthen, we have been a little too preoccupied to chat much this morning.
Afterthe most funI’veever had on a staircase last night,ConnorandIwent back to our separate rooms.Heneeded to shower off all the paint splatters, andIneeded to soak in that fabulous tub and gather my thoughts.Ihad to cling to the banister to keep my wobbling legs upright asImade my way upstairs.Imust have been in some form of shock.
Igot out of the bath to find a text fromConnorsaying he was exhausted after all the excitement atTheLearningVillageand was going to turn in for an early night.
Thebrush-off was like a thump to my stomach.
OfcourseIdidn’t expect us to jump from zero straight to snuggly sleeping, but telling me to my face and kissing me goodnight might have been nice.
