“So impatient,” he whispered before grabbing both her wrists and pinning them above her head with one hand. “Hold them there. So you can’t help out.”
She felt the rough, cold wall at her back and against her wrists. She inhaled Connor’s scent until the world spun, smelling salt, whiskey, and Connor. Darkness surrounded her, sharpening her other senses. Making every sensation a thousand times more intense.
“What if I don’t listen to you?” she whispered provocatively. Slowly, she lowered the leg she had wrapped around his hip to the ground and dropped her hands to touch him.
But Connor was quick. He caught them and roughly, but not carelessly, pressed them back into place.
“Then I’m not going to finish,” he warned, sliding both hands back under her dress. He cupped her thighs, spreading them. His thumbs pressed into her soft, sensitive flesh. He movedhigher until he lightly brushed the edge of her panties, drawing a gasp from her. He caught it with his lips before kissing her neck, placing little bites along her collarbone…and sliding a single, large index finger between her thighs. “And you want me to finish this, don’t you?”
She whimpered, her pelvis jerking against him. Further up! He needed to…
“Give you the orgasm you so desperately need. The one you practically begged me for with your eyes.”
God, why did his words turn her on?
“And, hell, youwon’thave to help me,” he whispered. “So keep your hands where they are.”
“Are you sure you want this?” she whispered, resisting again, stroking down his torso…and cupping his erection through his jeans. God, he was big. And rock hard.
Abruptly, he withdrew his finger.
“What are you doing?” she asked, breathing heavily.
“This isn’t about me. It’s about you.” He cupped her breast, roughly running his thumb over her erect nipple. At the same time, he pushed her panties aside with his other fingers, sliding his knuckle through her wetness and applying pressure to the little bundle of nerves that ached for him. But he didn’t give it the attention it deserved.
“Fuck, you’re so wet.”
“For hours.”
His eyes darkened at her words, which only turned her on more. Rachel’s breath escaped her lips in uncontrolled gasps. Everything inside her tightened. Wanted more.Neededmore.
“Okay, one last time: If you don’t want me to leave you here unsatisfied…” He leaned forward and gently bit her earlobe, forcing a gasp from her lips. “Hands over your head.”
And she did as he said because she wanted him, because his thumb hovered over where she so desperately needed him.Because her breasts grew heavy as he impatiently stroked her hardened nipples.
“Good girl,” he whispered. “Now…remember what I said? If you want me to stop, tell me to stop. Before I can no longer stop.”
Breathing heavily, she looked into his eyes and shook her head. She knew she had all the power. He would do exactly as she said. But she didn’t want that power. Not now. Not when she knew what he could do to her if she gave up some of that power.
“Thank God,” he said with relief, penetrating her with two fingers, his thumb pressing hard against her clit.
Rachel’s loud moans echoed in the darkness of the alley as her knees trembled. But Connor held her upright with a muscular thigh between hers as he withdrew his fingers and thrust in again. Writhing inside, applying pressure to the exact same spot on the outside, making stars dance before Rachel’s eyes.
“God, Connor…yes.”
“That’ll do,” he said contentedly before taking her with his mouth again. He kissed her deeply and hard while fucking her with his tongue and fingers. She was so wet that he slid in and out easily.
Rachel propped her leg against the opposite wall to give Connor more room. She felt the cold air on the heated skin between her legs as he continued to draw firm circles around her center and wet streaks across her neck with his lips. With each of his touches, she contracted tighter around his large fingers until she leaned forward and bit his collarbone, stifling his lascivious sounds.
He knew what he was doing. His movements weren’t jerky, but as deliberate and controlled as any of his arguments. And fuck, he made good ones!
She couldn’t think anymore. The heat was growing unbearable. Connor sucked on her neck while roughly strokingher sensitive nipple with one thumb again and circling her hot center faster with the other.
And it was too much. Too many sensations at once. Too many bolts of lightning rushing from all sides, gathering, needing release — and finding it.
She came with an ecstatic gasp, which Connor kissed from her lips. But he didn’t stop. She pressed her back against the cold wall of the building as he made her come and come with his fingers until her leg slid off the opposite wall and only Connor’s body held her upright. She kissed him open-mouthed and thrust her pelvis against him, trembling one last time…until she slid limply onto Connor’s leg between her thighs, hearing only her wildly beating heart.
That was…that was…
