Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 138287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 691(@200wpm)___ 553(@250wpm)___ 461(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 691(@200wpm)___ 553(@250wpm)___ 461(@300wpm)
Connor watched me, smiling. “You know, normally in these situations, the clothes come off not on.”
Slipping out of my robe, I paused a moment before heading to the dresser and spraying my underarms with deodorant. When I turned back to Connor, he was sitting on the edge of the bed, amused. “Aw, baby. Are you nervous?”
I ignored him then shrugged. “Where do you want me?”
“Come here.” He stood and, momentarily, my world spun. He was so tall.
It was strange that this was all so casual and choreographed. It wasn’t at all how I expected my next romantic liaison to go. I went to him, and he peered down at me with a grin. “Okay. Here goes nothin’. You ready?”
Before my nerves got the better of me, I uttered a weak, “Ready.”
Without warning, Connor lowered his face, and when his lips touched mine, my eyes widened. My body was stiff as a board.
“Relax,” he whispered against my lips but that was easier said than done.
When he peeked at me, his soft laughter warmed my mouth. “What are you, a serial killer?” He covered my eyes with his hand and moved to press soft kisses to my cheek. “Close your damn eyes, Emmy.”
I couldn’t help it. I started to laugh. This was absurd. “Sorry.” I closed my eyes.
Connor removed his hand from my face, placing both hands on my shoulders and massaging gently. “You’re so tense.”
Taking a short step back, I squeezed my eyes shut tightly and groaned, “Oh God, I am nervous.”
“Hey.” Connor ran his hands up and down my arms. “Don’t be nervous, not with me. This is a safe space. Anything goes, baby. You say no more and I back off. You’re in charge here.”
Hmm. I was in charge?
Testing that theory, I looked up at him and said firmly. “Sit down.”
Once he registered my tone, his brows rose. “Yes, ma’am.” He sat on the bed, leaning back, resting on his elbows, and he was beaming.
Taking a deep breath, I stood between his legs, put a knee to the bed, and then I was straddling those lean hips of his. My core was already pulsing and we’d barely touched. Once I was towering over him, he put his hands on my hips and asked, “Is this okay?”
I was in the middle of swallowing my tongue so I couldn’t answer. I was sure a nod was sufficient though.
There was nothing sweeter than Connor’s smile and when he brought that smile up to me, I returned it shyly. This time, I was prepared for it, and when Connor’s full lips glanced my own, I sunk into him. All laughter gone, a quiet moan escaped me, and Connor kissed me deeper, his grip near bruising. I was in a daze and when Connor pulled back a moment to say, “I fucking knew you’d be sweet,” my hips bucked unexpectedly.
He groaned and pulled me down, hard. My crotch met his and picking up a rhythm, he rocked me against his thick erection.
I’d never felt anything like it. It was amazing and sort of overwhelming but it was building into something, and I’d read enough romance novels to know exactly what that was.
Throwing my head back, I pushed against Connor’s chest and moaned, gripping the front of his shirt.
“Oh no, baby.” He put a hand to the back of my head and guided me back to his lips. “I’m down here.”
Our mouths melded and we kissed, panting into each other, and without meaning to, my hips picked up a rhythm of their own. Connor let me lead, easing his grasp, and when he licked the seam of my lips, I sighed into his mouth. His breathing got heavy and he whispered, “Can I touch you?”
I nodded, because, duh, I wanted him to, and one warm hand covered my breast. He ran a thumb over my nipple and my eyes fluttered.
Oh my God, it felt so good.
“You like that, baby?”
My hips undulated and I whispered, “Yeah.”
Deft fingers plucked the hardened bud and, in a moment of madness, I wanted to take his hand and put it under my shirt. Thankfully, I didn’t. Instead, I started to grind against him and watched as Connor’s face turned pained as he groaned. He was clearly as affected as I was, and that made me feel a sort of power I’d never before held. It was new and exciting and I ran with it.
Slowing down my rhythm, I kept my eyes on his and I ground down into him. His brows furrowed and he bit his lip. When his eyes focused again, he grinned. His voice was rough. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? Little minx.”
My hips worked, rocking in a way I didn’t know they could, and just when I thought I had things under control, Connor dipped his head and placed his mouth over my cotton-covered nipple.