Soft brushes here and there. Mostly pecks. Innocent but filled with promise. Tenderly, he nipped on my bottom lip before laving it with his tongue. Instinct had me parting them, and he swept right in.
I shuddered as he breached every defense I had—emotional and physical—but I opened up to him.
Willingly.
When his tongue traced mine, toying and teasing, I followed. Iplayed. I let him steal my breath, but only so that I could surprise him by twining them together and encouraging the battleground to shift to his mouth.
He groaned the second I did, and his erection branded my stomach because he’d switched into sweatpants post-swim and that meant I felteverything.
I delved between us and ran my fingers over his tip, concentrating there to drive him wild. His breath stuttered and his kiss faltered, but that was more than fine.
Just experiencing him react to me, his response, lit me up like a firework display. Nothing empowered me more than this gorgeous genius shuddering at my touch.
The jersey fabric grew damp from pre-cum, which told me he wasn’t wearing underpants, and fuck if that didn’t getmewet too.
I kept my touch light. His response was anything but.
Pushing our foreheads together, I bit his bottom lip as I tugged the waistband of his pants down and dragged his cock free.
One stroke of my palm over his length and he released a guttural groan that had my core pulsing in response.
When I sank to my knees, he grabbed me by the elbows. “Where are you going?”
“Where do you think?”
He huffed, but then with that wiry strength that often fooled me, he lifted me by the damn elbows and carried me to the trunk at the foot of our bed.
“Stay there,” he ordered.
Though I blinked, he nodded and traipsed over to the closet after tucking his cock away.
When he returned with a vibrator, I laughed. “Is this one of yours?”
He scoffed. “Of course it is. I’m not letting you have anything but the best.”
“I wondered where Lorelei’s gifts went.”
“Savannah’s Mom can go to hell.Mywoman usesmytoys.”
Hiswoman shuddered. “Is that my Christmas gift?”
“One of them.”
I could feel the low-level burn begin. Just thinking about what this toy would do had warmth arcing through my body.
And he saw it too.
A cocky smirk creased his jaw, but he didn’t say anything. To distractfromthat smirk, the wise man threw his hoodie off and then tugged down his sweats.
While I enjoyed the show, he dropped to his knees in front of me and carefully unfastened my jeans.
I wiggled to help him remove them as well as my panties and then tossed off my thin sweater before unhooking my bra.
Biting my lip, I watched as his gaze tripped all over me. Every inch received an appreciative glance. It was insane to be this wanted. This desired. I’d never known anything like it in my life, and it always made this so easy.
I rarely worried about the shadows of the past with Conor because he made everything brand new, and it was always enhanced by the knowledge that he’d put me on a very high, very stable pedestal.
I’d never be knocked off it. That level of certainty was a faith I had in only one person—him.
