She slipped her shirt over her head. His lip twitched in admiration of her sheer bra. “He says my prognosis is still good.”
He unbuckled his belt. “So my kisses are still working?”
“My heart hasn’t weakened so it would appear that way.”
“Great.” Connor walked around the bed and closed the distance between them. He palmed her breasts, stroking his thumbs over the peaks of her nipples. “This is the sexiest bra I have ever seen.”
“That’s because it’s flimsy. You can see my nipples right through it.”
“I know.” He tweaked them, bringing her to an aching awareness of his own body. “Like I said, best bra ever.”
Connor crouched down and sucked one of the tips into his mouth, right over her bra. Despite the fabric layer between them, her skin rioted in delight. His tongue circled and circled in a slow seduction. She slid her hands under his open shirt and raked her fingernails over his back. His muscles undulated, tightening every time she made a pass of them.
He released her nipple and stood, throwing off his shirt. On a growl, Connor unhooked her bra and tossed it to the floor. He walked her toward the bed. She lay back, spreading her legging-clad legs, and he found a home there. Once more, his mouth sought her nipples, moving hungrily from one to the other.
Elaine closed her eyes, floating on a raft of bliss.
“You taste so good, baby.” He flicked his tongue along the underside of one breast. “So good.”
His touch was like blasphemy, sweet blasphemy. Taboo and yet somehow proper, her feelings for him left her grappling with her reason. How could someone so good make her feel so sinful? The peg of their relationship should fit into the appropriate hole, and yet it refused to be contained.
She couldn’t contain this. God only knew she’d tried.
His fingers dipped below her waistband, teasing the skin at her side. A million butterflies took flight in her belly. When he slid lower on her body, she did nothing to stop him, even though a part of her still resisted.
This thing between them, it was growing, and at a pace that astounded her.
He began to roll her leggings over her hips and down her legs but left her thong on.
“A thong.” The vein at Connor’s neck pulsed. “I thought your lingerie was all packed up.”
“I guess this one snuck into my luggage.”
“What a smart thong.” He traced the delicate elastic over her hip. “Roll over, Elaine.”
Vulnerable, in a position of submission, she lay still, wondering what he would do to her. When his tongue met with her ass cheek, she jumped, but he held her down. Two hands massaged her bottom, spreading her cheeks. Tracing the back string of her thong, his finger glided from the top of her butt down toward her pussy.
When his tongue made the same leisurely journey, Elaine moaned.
Prodding her cheeks, he urged her onto her knees. Little by little, he pulled the scrap of silk down, exposing her completely. He tugged, and the garment snapped, falling away from her body. Once again, Connor spread her and licked.
Delicious moisture pooled at Elaine’s core, hers and his mingling. Their juices came together, binding them and blinding her with pleasure.
“So good,” he repeated against her skin.
Her skin had no defense against this man. She used to think she had thick skin, but when Connor was near her, the membrane proved a useless barrier.
He licked and sucked until she was ready to go mad. As her orgasm veered into view, so did insanity, and she’d never been so happy to lose her mind. When Connor stood and flipped her over onto her back, she almost came from the impact.
He tugged at his jeans and boxer briefs, kicking them off. His socks followed. He grabbed a condom from his stash in the bedside table and rolled it on, his face set. Hauling her up, he brought her over to the wall and pinned her there. Their mouths met, hot and furious, tasting each other with recklessness.
Theywere reckless, and she didn’t care.
She knew there would be consequences. She knew her pleasure was shadowed by regret.
But right now, Elaine just wanted to be taken and consumed.
He slid into her so easily, as if he’d always had a home there. He barely had to grip her. She just held on.
