‘Is thatwhat you like about me?’ He leaned close, letting his intent show. He lifted her hand and peppered it with kisses.
‘Not all.’ Her eyes darkened. ‘No one kisses like you.’
Thatwas better.
Conall kissed his way up her arm, pausing at that sensitive spot in her elbow, making her squirm and sigh. Goosebumps prickled her skin as he reached her shoulder and grazed her flesh with his teeth. She shivered in response.
He put his hands on her knees, pushing her dress higher. Her thighs were warm and smooth. ‘Just my kisses?’ He nuzzled his way across her collarbone.
Greer’s head fell back as he kissed her throat then worked his way to her ear.
‘What else do you like?’
She cradled his head, pulling him closer, her tender need a balm to his wounded soul. A flush warmed her features and her slumbrous expression made his rising erection heavy.
‘Everything. With you.’
Not breaking her hold, he levered himself off the sofa enough to swing her legs along it then settle over her, in the process shoving her skirt to her hips. He found damp silk between her thighs and pressed the heel of his hand there. Her hips rose, pelvis twisting against his touch.
His pulse catapulted higher. ‘Tell me what you like, Greer. What you want.’
‘You, hard inside me until I can’t feel anything else.’
Her words unleashed everything he tried to hold back in one sudden, searing blast. She didn’t stop there, holding his gaze as she breathlessly described how she wanted him to take her the first time, and the second. And what she wanted to do to him.
Conall couldn’t remember pulling back but found himself kneeling astride her, fumbling at the fastening of his trousers, simultaneously yanking his wallet from the pocket, scrabbling for a condom.
‘Undo your dress.’
His voice was so ragged as to be almost incoherent. But she reached behind her as he shoved his trousers down. He was rolling on the condom as Greer pulled her arms free of the dress and shoved it down to her waist.
Incendiary heat blasted Conall. That excuse for a bra was pure sin. Strapless, made of see-through lace and barely covering her nipples, it took him past careful, beyond needy and into must-have-her-or-die.
He froze, not trusting himself.
Greer looked at his bobbing erection and pouted. Pouted! ‘You haven’t changed your mind?’
A rough growl filled the air. He realised the noise came from his constricted throat. Words were beyond him.
Taking his weight on his arms he moved off the sofa, provoking a protest from her.
He pulled her up to a sitting position and swept her legs off the seat and onto his shoulders as he knelt. One tug, the sound of tearing, and her underwear was gone.
Conall didn’t pause to acclimatise her to his touch. He went straight to her core, tracing folds, finding her nerve centre and caressing her there, feeling that delicious quiver of response as her muscles tightened and her pelvis lifted against him, so beautifully needy.
Her arousal scented the air. She tasted like every dream come true and when she shouted his name, her fingers tight around his skull as she shuddered and quaked then dissolved, Conall felt like he’d burned off some of the doubt he’d carried that he could win her back.
It was a start.
‘More,’ she breathed.
‘Yes.’
He was already moving, sliding her thighs off his shoulders as he straightened. She looked gloriously wanton in the remnants of her red dress, yet—did he imagine her eyes held something other than lust?
Any hope he’d had of finding restraint faded. He’d wanted to taste her breasts and tease them free of that barely there bra. Later. His groin was so tight he felt like he was about to combust.
Sliding his hands beneath her, he tilted her up towards him. Greer reached down, guiding him and he thrust home. She took him as deep as he could go. Until there was nothing but her, this woman who eclipsed everything else.
