“Damn, I think these ones came from a goat.” He stepped into the closet.
I probably shouldn’t have followed him, but I did.
And watched every flex of his muscles and bob of his erection as he stepped into a pair of boxer briefs, followed by exercise shorts.
The orgasm he had in the shower hadn’t seemed to relax him at all.
My face burned. My neck and chest did too. I was definitely blushing.
“Or you could kiss me,” I said. “The calculator can probably?—“
His mouth was on mine before I could finish whatever I was saying.
The kiss wasn’t gentle.
It went from zero to one hundred in a heartbeat, his tongue parting my lips as he pulled my body flush against his.
One of my hands gripped his biceps as I recovered from the initial shock and kissed him back. The other found his shoulder, and somehow ended up tangled in his wet hair.
I vaguely noticed that he was walking me backward.
And that my shoulders hit the wall, followed by my ass.
He pulled away long enough to let me take a breath. His mouth moved down my throat, sucking and licking.
“Can I—” he began.
“Yes.”
He rumbled lightly. “You don’t even know what I’m going to say, Gorgeous.”
“I don’t care.”
Connor had my borrowed t-shirt over my head and on the floor instantly.
His hands were on my waist. Breasts. Ass. His touch was hungry and rough, but not painful.
One of his hands tipped my face back, holding my cheek as he kissed me. The other one parted my thighs. His fingers dragged over my clit, and I couldn’t stop the moan of pleasure that escaped.
“Show me what you like.” Connor’s command nearly undid me.
Apparently I was a sucker for being dominated.
Who knew?
I took his fingers and circled my clit slowly with them. My hand just clung to his when he took over, working me steadily toward an orgasm.
When it hit, it hit hard.
The pleasure had me arching and crying out loudly as I came on Connor’s fingers.
I panted hard as I came down from the high, struggling to reorient myself.
That was insane.
Reality sank in as I stared at him, both of our chests rising and falling rapidly.
I’d just let a guy I didn’t know finger me in a closet. Yes, we were mates, but that was still crazy. Wasn’t it?
