I’ve never been so nervous in my entire life and all I can do is pace back and forth across Connor’s living room, praying that he and Roberto are okay and come back home soon. I don’t trust Sean Flannigan or any of those enforcers.
They were all giving me the evil eye at the funeral and I didn’t appreciate it.
When the front door finally opens and Connor walks inside. I run straight into his arms. He catches me and I bury my face against his chest. “Thank goodness you’re alright. I was so worried.”
His hands run up and down my back. “I need you,” he rasps.
I pull back and look into his blazing blue eyes. They’re swimming with uncertainty and desperation, and I can feel the tenseness in his frame.
“I need you, too,” I whisper. Our mouths collide and we begin devouring each other. Then Connor scoops me into his arms and carries me up the steps and down to his bedroom. We kiss the entire time and I plunge my hands through his hair while drinking deeply.
Once he sets me back down, we start pulling each other’s clothes off. I feel so hot, like I’m burning up and steam is rising off our bodies. We can’t get enough of each other and fall back onto the bed, hands groping and mouths caressing over each other’s skin.
Licking, sucking, squeezing, moaning.
I want to taste every inch of him, but I’m completely overtaken by the need. There’s no time to do this slowly or linger.
“Connor, please,” I beg, wrapping my legs around his waist. “I need you inside me now.”
His hand drops between my legs, a finger sliding into my body.
“Christ, you’re already soaked.”
He begins stroking me, parting my folds, and I push against his hand. My heart is hammering and I’m on the verge of coming already.
“Get there, cara mio,” he urges me, dragging the wetness up and around my clit, massaging the throbbing bud until I fall apart, shattering, arching up.
“Connor!”I scream. The orgasm hits me hard and my body fractures in the most beautiful way.
Dropping back on the bed, my eyes slide shut, and I’m panting hard. The moment I hear him rustling around in the nightstand drawer, I reach over and run my hand down his arm.
Connor glances over his shoulder and arches a dark brow.
“Take me bare,” I invite. A scorching heat flares in his blazing blue eyes.
“Are you sure?” he asks, hesitating. “What if – ”
“Yes, I’m sure,” I tell him, my voice husky and full of need.
Wrapping my fingers around his wrist, I tug him back over. “I want to feel everything. Every slide of you inside me.”
For a moment, I can tell he’s trying to decide, but when I wrap my hand around his long, steel length, he groans and gives in.
There’s no point in him wearing a condom since I’m already pregnant and we’re both clean. I want to enjoy him fully tonight.
No barriers.
Connor moves between my legs, positions the head of his cock against my entrance and begins to slide inside me. Deeper and deeper until he’s all the way home, buried to the hilt. For a moment, he doesn’t move and we both just take a long moment to savor the connection. But I want the friction and I lift my hips, encouraging himn to start.
“Move… please,” I plead. He immediately responds, setting a fast, driving rhythm that leaves me crying out. His body is demanding and he’s thrusting with a wildness that makes my toes curl. But I welcome it wholeheartedly, embracing each of his pounding strokes.
Because I know he’s releasing his demons right now and if I can help him do that then I will. I’m here for him and I want him to know that. I give myself over to him entirely and allow him to do whatever he needs to in order to feel better.
Tonight is different from the other times we’ve been together. There’s a connection between us, an emotional and physical one, that binds us together in ways it didn’t before. As our bodies move together, I don’t even know where mine ends and his begins.
I’ve never felt so connected with another person before and it fills me with awe. Our heartbeats seem to be thundering in the same syncopation and I arch my back, giving myself to him completely.
Both of our releases are coming fast and we lock gazes as it pours over us both like a tidal wave of absolute pleasure. I cry out and Connor groans long and hard as we shudder in unison, surrendering to the rapture. Then he kisses me passionately, our bodies still connected and pulsing with aftershocks.
When we finally come up for air, Connor stares at me for a long moment and I see the wonder in his expression.
“I know,” I whisper and run a hand through his hair. “I feel the exact same way.”
“There aren’t any words to describe what I’m feeling. What just happened…”
“No, there aren’t,” I agree.
He opens his mouth, seemingly on the verge of saying something more then closes it.
I love you. The thought hits me hard and I know it’s what I’m thinking, and I can’t help but wonder if he’s thinking the very same thing, too. I hope so.
Connor presses another kiss to my lips and it’s so very tender and gentle. Then he pulls out of my body and I whimper, immediately missing him and experiencing an immediate loss.
“I’ll be right back,” he says.