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  I nodded and his tongue dipped into my ear, making me moan again. It traced the outer shell of my ear, circling around the stud in my upper ear and tugging at my hoops with his teeth, the minor bite of pain arousing me even more. “Can I touch you, Riley? Can I feel you, honey?”

  I bit my lip and nodded. His hand dipped beneath the edge of my pants, his large hand pulling at the fabric. He slid his hand out and unbuttoned my pants, then went in again. He took his sweet ass time making his way down over my belly and through my curls. He nudged a knee between my legs and hooked my foot over his then spread me open for him.

  He moaned in my ear when his fingers reached the wet apex of my thighs. He nipped at my ear and whispered, “You feel amazing, baby. So perfect. Will you come for me, Riley? Will you moan my name as I touch you?”

  Suddenly shy, I simply nodded. Alone I was usually pretty quiet. Even with my exes I didn’t get too vocal during sex, but the raw passion in Connor’s voice made me want to scream before he really set to work.

  His finger dipped low and drew moisture over me, then he slid a thick finger into me, a loud moan escaping as he did. “That’s it, baby. Let me know what feels good.”

  Connor’s thumb settled over me, focused where I needed him the most. My hips jumped at the contact, seeking more pressure and just more from him. Connor didn’t hesitate, interpreting my movements perfectly with exactly what I needed. He set a pace that put my body on a slow climb toward bliss, his fingers gliding in and out of me as his thumb circled me.

  As he brought me closer and closer to where I was desperate to go, he moved faster within me. His fingers diving deeper, one becoming two and then three. My leg hooked his and opened me as far as I could go on the couch, something that frustrated me and turned me on at the same time. Connor’s free hand circled my neck and his fingers found my lips, pressing against my mouth. I opened for him and took his fingers into my mouth, sucking on them as I wanted to do to him. I circled his fingers with my tongue and he moaned in my ear, his own fingers pushing me toward my release.

  I clutched at his hand, yanking it from my mouth, and screamed his name on my release, my body shaking and jerking up off the couch as my orgasm took control of me.

  As the darkness faded I realized Connor’s hand was still in my pants, gently stroking me. His soft touch made me want more, one not being nearly enough from him. I reached for his hand, wanting his fingers back in my mouth, but he stopped me. “Where’s your bedroom, honey? Can we move this there?”

  I nodded and started to move off the couch. He held me in place, his hand around my neck and the one between my legs tightening as I tried to get up. “That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, Riley. You’re beautiful.”

  Feeling shy, I smiled and scooted out of his grip, immediately missing the feel of his arms around me. I struggled to look him in the eye so I just turned toward the stairs, clicking the TV off and locking the door as I passed by.

  Upstairs, in my bedroom, I felt even more shy. On the couch I had all my clothes on. Connor couldn’t see me in all my plump glory. But if we were going to have sex, which I was sure he was expecting, I’d have to get naked. That was only going to happen with the lights off.

  “Come here,” Connor said when we crossed into my room. “Did I hurt you?”

  I laughed, “Seriously? Um, no. Quite the opposite.”

  “Good,” he said before he claimed me in a kiss that started my body up all over again. Concerns about the lights being off, what Connor would think of my naked body, and if I’d ever get the chance to be with him again flew out of my head while Connor kissed me senseless. My knees softened and nearly buckled, but Connor caught me, his strong arm supporting more weight than he should have had to.

  “Bed, now,” I panted, not wanting him to collapse under my weight.

  Connor laughed against my lips and guided me toward the bed in the middle of the room. Before he let me lay down he tugged my pants down, letting them puddle at my feet. He gripped the edge of my shirt and lifted it over my head. Standing before him in blue panties and bra that matched the navy of his eyes, I felt both naked and wanted, two things I’d never felt at the same time before.

  His heated gaze ran over my body, centering between my thighs where my panties were visibly wet from his ministrations downstairs. “Dear God, you’re beautiful.”

  The sincerity of his words made me wetter, if that were possible. I took the opportunity to look him over, even though his clothes were still on. From his broad shoulders to the erection trying to burst through his zipper, he was the most gorgeous man I’d ever seen. When he reached behind his neck and yanked his shirt off I actually stopped breathing. As I admired his beautiful chest he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled both his jeans and boxer briefs down in one swift movement.

  Holy fuck. He was magnificent. Dark hair dusted over his perfectly defined chest, but his stone cut abs were hair free, giving me a chance to admire the muscles without an obstruction. The vee of his stomach pointed an arrow down to the most glorious cock I’d ever seen. Long and thick and mouth watering, all I wanted to do was lick him, all over.

  I reached for him as he came closer, wanting to wrap my hand around him, but he skirted away from me. “Oh, no. I’m not done with you yet. One touch and I’ll blow in your hand. I need to feel you come again first.”

  He didn’t wait for a fumbled response from me, instead he just kissed me. One hand dove into my hair, spearing my hair and pulling it off my shoulders as his fingers tangled in it. His other hand scalded my skin, dragging my body against his. As his tongue plundered my mouth, his erection throbbed between us, and I grew wetter and wetter with need.

  I held him to me, loving the connection of our mouths together. He made me feel wanted, needed, like I was the only one who’d ever made him feel that way. God knew I’d never been so turned on in my life. My exes were adequate in the bedroom, but very few spent any significant time making me feel good, instead jumping right into taking care of their own pleasure, whether I was done or not.

  But not Connor. Oh, no. As our tongues mated his hands found my breasts, lifting the heavy weight that I carried constantly into his large palms, palms that felt as though they were made to hold me. His thumbs rasped over my nipples and even through the fabric they tightened and ached for more. My back arched all on its own, thrusting my breasts into his hands and breaking our kiss.

  He grinned at me, looking down at his hands wrapped around me. “You look good in my hands. A perfect fit.” I glanced down and agreed, wondering why I’d never dated a man as big as Connor before. All my other boyfriends had been shorter, some skinny, some not, but all smaller than Connor. I suddenly became aware of just how big he was, towering over me by eight inches and easily outweighing me. He made me feel small, beautiful, not like an over-plump fruit that simply needs to be plucked.

  “Let’s see where else my hands fit,” Connor said suggestively, one hand drifting around my back and unhooking my bra and the other dropping to my waist to tug down my panties. Naked before him he cupped my sex with one hand and lowered his head to my breast, his other hand tweaking my other nipple, taking care of every need I had at the moment. He gently eased me back toward the bed, helping me onto it then returning to his previous position.

  He hovered above me, my breast in his mouth, my legs spread wide to accommodate his oversized hand. I looked down at him, my heart rate kicking up even higher when I saw his hands on me, his slightly darker skin against my pale skin, his pink lips concealing my pink nipple. When he rolled my nipple between his teeth and thrust his finger deep inside me at the same time, I moaned loudly and dropped my head back to the pillow.

  His lips curved into a smile against my skin, his cock leaving a moist circle on my thigh as my sounds effected him as much as his touch effected me. He switched to my other breast, giving it the same treatment, and thrusted his fingers into me to the same rhythm as his tongue caressed me.

  When he moved from my breast
I thought he was ready to move on until I felt him nip at the underside of my breast, then my ribcage, then next to my belly button, and finally my thigh.

  “Connor, um, you don’t have to. I don’t shave, and I know-“

  “If you bring up something another man said to you in bed while my hand is buried deep inside you I’m not going to take it well,” he interrupted me quickly. “Women are supposed to have hair here. And I love seeing those dark curls glisten with your need for me. I don’t want any other man in your head right now, Riley. Just like I’m the one in your bed, I need to be the one in your head, too.”

  When I didn’t answer he nipped gently where I knew I was hairiest. I gasped and looked down at him. A raised eyebrow indicated he was waiting for a response. “Believe me, you’re the only one I’m thinking about,” I replied honestly.

  A satisfied, smug grin curled his lips before he lowered them to me, holding my gaze as the rest of his face disappeared beneath my rounded belly. The first swipe of his tongue had my eyes rolling back in my head and my hips rising up to meet him. He growled at my reaction and dove in for more, capturing me between his teeth and tongue.

  I felt like I was floating. His tongue and his fingers worked in tandem to drive me quickly mad. My arms flung to the side, reaching for something to ground me. The silkiness of the bedspread beneath my fingers did nothing to soothe me, but I gripped it anyway, fisting the fabric as I enjoyed the ride. My heart rate soared, and I struggled to breathe, incoherent sounds escaping with my breath as I pleaded for more and begged him to stop. He didn’t listen, God bless him, until I was thrashing around on the bed, screaming his name at the top of my lungs, my legs straight in the air like goalposts, and he was definitely scoring.

  As I began to return to earth I felt Connor, fingers and lips still comfortable between my legs. I peered down at him to find him watching me, fire and need the only thing in his eyes.

  “I take back what I said earlier. That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

  He grinned broadly and looked down at me, his thick fingers gliding out and making my greedy body beg for more. “Oh, don’t worry, baby, I’m not done with you yet.”

  He crawled up my body, a possessive gleam in his eyes. A condom appeared from somewhere and he covered himself, then positioned his sizable erection at my entrance. One brush of him against me and my hips surged toward him, trying to take him in. Connor growled at me, his hips lunging forward to meet mine, entering me in one swift plunge that neither of us controlled.

  “Jesus. Fuck. You feel so damn good, baby. Shit, Riley, I’m not gonna be able to hold back.”

  “Then don’t,” I challenged him, not willing to wait any more than he was.

  At my words his hips pulled away from me before slamming back against my body. He was long, long enough to hit where I’d never felt a man before, and thick, so thick that he brushed against my walls even though his fingers had stretched me wide. The sensation of him, buried deep inside me, was enough to send me up into another orgasm.

  “Holy fuck,” I moaned, my mind slipping away as my body took over again. Connor’s face was the only thing I could focus on, his navy eyes burning into me as our bodies met again and again. Our skin grew slick with our exertion and our breath quickened.

  Panting, Connor gritted his teeth. “I’m not gonna last much longer, baby. Riley, honey, I need you to come again. Let me feel you.”

  “Almost. There,” I breathed, my eyes rolling back in my head and my body trembling as my orgasm exploded like fireworks behind my eyes, and through the rest of me. I called his name and heard him roar mine seconds later, his body shaking as he thrust deeper and harder, swelling as he came inside me.

  Connor collapsed, his arms giving out, and his body dropped onto me. He was sweaty and heavy, but I didn’t care. Connor Lee was in my bed after the most amazing sex. My teenaged self would never believe it.

  After a minute Connor rolled off me and headed to the bathroom. When he came back I got another look at his amazing body, and wanted him all over again.

  “Oh, no you don’t. I need a minute to rest. You get that look off your beautiful face,” he teased, crawling into bed with me. I smiled, accepting that I’d been caught ogling him, and cuddled into his embrace. Neither of us said anything for a few minutes, and I wondered what he was thinking.

  “I should go,” he said a few minutes later, brushing hair off my neck and resting his head next to mine on my pillow.

  I didn’t want him to leave, but I couldn’t really ask him to stay. He was Connor Lee. For all I knew he’d gotten what he came for and I’d never hear from him again. Connor Lee wasn’t a stay-the-night kind of guy. I never should have gotten my hopes up that he might be.

  “I need to work early,” he explained.

  I didn’t know if he was full of shit or not, but I nodded. We climbed out of bed and got dressed again. I walked him to the door and accepted his kiss, then closed the door behind him and wondered if I’d ever hear from him again.

  Eighteen

  The following Wednesday I was starting to wonder what lightning had struck me. I was getting READ and it appeared I’d gotten the guy too. Which was definitely the most shocking part.

  Connor brought me breakfast every morning after our date. I was surprised he’d kept talking to me after he left so abruptly, but he sent me text messages every day, called me in the afternoon, and delivered breakfast in the morning. It was the craziest thing ever having Connor Lee treat me like I mattered to him.

  I got up early Wednesday morning so I could meet with Marshall before I had to be in at READ. I’d been going over some of the day to day work with George and Pam and was starting to get the hang of all the extra responsibilities. I’d spoken to Karen about taking on extra hours and she was on board with it for a short period of time, but she liked her weekend work. Which meant I was on the hunt looking for a new employee for when I officially took over.

  Dressed in a pair of dark jeans and a cozy black sweater, I grabbed my files and went to the bank. Marshall was waiting for me when I arrived and ushered me right back to his office.

  “Good to see you again, Ms. Williams,” he said as he shook my hand. I returned the greeting and took my seat, opening the file to hand over his copies of the paperwork from George.

  “Thank you. It sounds like you had some pretty great bosses over there.”

  I nodded. “I did, well, I do. George and Pam are like a second set of parents to me.”

  “They’re giving you a hell of a deal.”

  “Yeah. We argued about that, but they were pretty insistent. They think of me as another child of theirs and said they wanted to make sure it wasn’t too much for me to handle. Just the inventory alone is almost worth more than what they’re selling the business for.”

  Marshall nodded and turned back to his computer. “Well, it’s their choice really. It works out well for you. Having the lower figure your money will go a little further, making your payments that much more manageable. Okay, so what do you have for me today.”

  I handed over the new documents he’d requested and we spent the next 30 minutes going over every details of the business, my financial background, and what he was going to need for closing.

  “Okay, so closing is set for that Monday. I’ll get you the address so you can be prepared. Pam and George will need to be there too. Within a week of closing I’ll need all the forms again just to verify nothing has changed. Other than that, I think we’re all set.”

  “Thank you so much for your help,” I said as I stood. “This has been a whole lot less painful than I’d imagined it being.”

  Marshall laughed. “Well, it’s easy with someone who’s as careful with her money as you are, Ms. Williams. I wish I had more clients like you.”

  I thanked him and left, nearly skipping out of the bank to my car.

  ~*~

  Connor’s schedule was not very easy to work with. I was getting ready for our third date Friday night
and thinking how much it sucked that we couldn’t get together during the week because he went to bed early and I was sleeping or working when he was off. Friday night seemed to be the only time we both had off. It worked, but I felt like three dates wasn’t nearly enough for the way our relationship was going.

  Meaning I knew I shouldn’t have slept with him on our second date.

  It amazed me that he continued bringing me breakfast and texting me. I was certain he’d be done with me once we had sex, not that it stopped me, but he wasn’t. If anything, it almost seemed to make him more determined.

  If that was possible.

  When he asked me about our date he said he wanted to take me somewhere. He was cryptic, but since our second date had gone so well, I figured I’d go along with it.

  Connor said to dress casual so I slipped on a pair of soft, comfortable jeans and a long sleeved t-shirt with my heavy coat since it was early February. I slipped my phone in my purse and slung it over my shoulder when I saw Connor’s headlights turn into my driveway.

  “I was going to come get you,” he said when he met me halfway to the car.

  I shrugged. “It’s no big deal.”

  “It is to me. I didn’t get a chance to kiss you on the front porch and ask if you really want to go out or if you just want to stay in and kiss some more.”

  I sucked in a breath knowing he was completely serious. He paused in the middle of my front lawn and pulled me against him, his lips approaching mine as our bodies came together. He kissed me softly at first, just a tentative kiss as though he were testing the waters. When I sighed and leaned against him, his arm locked behind my back, the fingers of his other hand tunneling into my hair to hold my head in place where he wanted me.

  My lips parted before he even requested entry. It was like my body knew, already, exactly what to do with him. I was lucky my legs didn’t spread right there on my front lawn too. Connor’s idea about skipping the date and just going back inside to make out had some serious merit. Especially when he growled deep in his chest and rotated his hips, and his firm erection, against me.