Connor looked positively scrumptious in his tailored suit, his dark hair perfectly styled, and his scruff trimmed and tidy. As he turned and caught sight of her, his grin widened.
“Sorry, I hope you haven’t been waiting long.” Rowan smoothed her hair, happy she’d taken the time to create a flattering up-do that complimented the slim lines of her tea-length evening gown. “Shall we?” She motioned toward the exit.
The man nodded and guided her forward, one warm hand resting on the small of her back. “Absolutely stunning,” he said in a low voice. The glass doors slid open, Rowan’s breath catching at the sight of the sleek, black limo only steps away. Their momentum carried them forward, the driver opening the door and ushering them into the car.
“This is unexpected,” she said. “Mal never mentioned a limo for the rehearsal.”
“Mallory didn’t arrange it.” Connor passed her a champagne flute and poured a portion of bubbly liquid into the glass.
“Who …? You did this? Why?” Her heart raced, and she felt slightly light-headed.
“Don’t looked so panicked. It’s a gesture, nothing more. You worked hard today, so I figured you deserved something extra special. Now we can relax, have a few drinks, and not worry about anything for the entire evening. You know, since you spent most of last night sucking back pretend Tequila shots.” He tapped his glass against hers. “You’re a great friend, and a lovely human being, Rowan Michaels. You deserve the best, always.”
Suspicion flared, but she took a sip.
“Ah, you think I’m up to something, but I’m only telling the truth. You’re selfless,” he said, “but you might consider your own needs more often.”
He’d sent her mind spinning. Had he always been this sweet and kind? Had he done some deep, personal work? Or was he feeding me a line of complete bullshit for his own purposes? Keeping her guard up seemed wise, yet maybe he deserved a chance to redeem himself.
Rowan smothered a yawn, grateful the rehearsal and celebratory dinner were coming to a close. The two glasses of bubbly in the limo, added to the glass of wine at dinner had a soporific effect, making her eyelids droop.
“You’re about to drop.” Mallory tucked her arm around Rowan. “Why don’t you take advantage of the limo and head to the hotel?”
“Abandon Connor and steal his lift?”
“Take him with you.” Her friend smirked. “Enjoy the promised ride.”
“Ha ha. Hilarious.”
“I can think of worse men to test drive.” Mallory tipped her chin toward the gaggle of groomsmen with their ties dangling loose, top buttons undone, and bottles dangling from their fingers. “Anyway, the party is winding down. Slip on out with no-one the wiser.”
“Not so sure about that.”
At that moment, Tate looked their way, nudging Connor with his elbow.
“See?” Rowan practically hissed out the word. “Even Tate is watching.”
“It’s his party, silly.” Mallory smiled as Connor approached. “Our girl here is about to cave. Time to get her to bed before she turns into a pumpkin. Mind if she borrows the limo?”
“I’ll send it right back,” Rowan said, smothering another yawn.
“No need. I’m exhausted.” The man raked his fingers through his hair. “Let me say goodnight to the guys, and we can leave.”
“Perfect.” Rowan hugged Mallory. “See you at breakfast, sweets. I’ll say goodbye to Sadie before I go.”
“Do something I wouldn’t,” her friend whispered as she returned the hug. “I mean it. Have some fun.”
Rowan scrunched her nose. “And arm wrestle the hot blonde tucked away in his room for the honour?”
Mallory threw back her head and laughed, the big, bright sound of her friend’s joy totally infectious. “Oh, no, honey. Twenty says if you want him, he’s yours. All. Night. Long.”
A few minutes later, they settled into the limo, Rowan’s fatigue lifting as she contemplated the man beside her.
“What was that about with Mal?” Connor said as they drew away from the curb.
Rowan laughed, her cheeks heating. “Oh, just Mal being Mal.”
“I see.” The man leaned back, eyeing her for a moment. “Actually, I don’t. Not at all. But I am curious, because whatever she said, it’s given you a lovely glow.”
Rowan shifted, her thoughts returning to the vision of clutching his tight ass as he drove into her over and over and over until she begged for mercy and tumbled from the edge of the earth, consumed in a state of coital bliss. “You can’t handle it.”
“Mmmm, enticing.” He leaned close. “Try me,” he whispered, his voice low and husky.
She clamped her thighs tight, hoping he couldn’t smell her arousal as her panties dampened. “You first.” A shiver raced through her as he brushed her hair back, lingering as he tucked a stray lock behind her ear.
“Damn, you’re a sexy tease.”
Swaying toward him, she bit back a moan as desire curled through her.
His eyes darkened, his lips grazing her temple. “All day, you’ve driven me insane with your scent and the way you lick those perfect lips.”
Her muscles clenched. Half-way to orgasm, and he’s barely touched me. The material of his pants felt gloriously silky under her fingertips as she slid her hand up his thigh, stopping barely short of her goal. As warm fingers entwined with hers, she locked her gaze to his.
“Those come hither looks are responsible”—he guided her to the bulge in his trousers—“for this.” Connor’s soft lips descended on hers, the kiss agonizingly gentle but unimaginably hot, coaxing a low moan free of its bonds. His cock twitched under her fingertips, and he moved their joined hands in a slow stroke, thrilling her with the solid length of him. “Better than I imagined,” he murmured between kisses, “your taste, your touch … dead sexy.” His mouth travelled a delicious and tortuous journey down her neck as he caressed her bare thigh. “And your scent …”
“Mmmm.” She moaned as he teased her lips, his tongue finally slipping inside her mouth. Pushing her hips toward him, she arched into the warmth of cupped palm.
“Gorgeous.” One finger slid inside her panties, circling, circling, teasing before he turned his efforts to her clit. Adding more pressure, he spread her wetness, back and forth as she rocked her hips. “Yeah, like that.”
Her stroke over his hardness increased, with only the briefest of pauses to unbutton and unzip him. She rose up, straddling him as he slipped her damp satin thong aside, fingering her in time to the motion of her hand now wrapped around his massive cock. She looked down, another gush of desire flooding her as she took in the full beauty and breadth of him. “Perfect for the ride you promised.”
His eyes widened, followed by a slow grin. “Fuck me, you’re insanely hot.”
“I fully intend to.” She pulsed her hips, rocking and swaying and rubbing the tip of him against her aching core.
“Ro.” Connor tipped his head back, eyes at half-mast, emitting low pleasured grunts. “Ride me.”
Her breath caught and she lowered herself onto him, hips circling as she pressed her mouth to his. This moment far exceeded her expectations, the sweet tingle curling and threatening to rocket her straight into a delicious oblivion. She moved faster and faster, moaning into his mouth.
Toying with her clit with one hand, he squeezed her breasts with the other, tweaking her taught nipples. “Damn dress.” He pushed the thin straps down her arms, releasing her from the constraint of her bra with practiced ease.
Rowan shuddered as he engulfed one breast with his hot mouth, sucking and flicking with his talented tongue. “Yes, yes,” she muttered, twining her fingers into his dark hair and pulling him closer. “More. Like that.” Gyrating her hips, she set a steady rhythm, her body singing. The sensations built and blossomed, the tantalizing release racing toward her. She threw back her head, gasping out small cries as she took him all in. For a few seconds, silence descended, and she came, clinging to his broad shoulders as he bucked beneath her.
“Holy shit.” He collapsed against her chest, panting heavily. “You’re serious about getting a superior ride.”
Rowan laughed, her sense of time and space returning as the limo slowed and turned. “Quality is paramount. Well done, stud. Now, best tuck it in before you flash the driver.”
He eased her off his lap, looking straight at her as he slid two fingers in his mouth and sucked. “Mmm-mmm. Delicious.”
Rowan tugged her skirt down and pulled herself together. The man’s blatant tasting sparked a chain of naughty thoughts, all leading her to imagine adventure possibilities in the confines of her private hotel room. She could almost feel his tongue probing her sensitive flesh, the feel of his ass cupped in her palms. Tonight, anything seemed worth exploring.
When they made it to her room, Connor began shedding his clothes. She helped with his shirt as he dropped his trousers in a heap and stepped out of them, his cock already at half mast. Rowan reached for him, wrapping her fingers around his girth and stroking the silky length of him.
“Yeah, just like that.” He pushed her dress from her shoulders, letting it fall in a silky pool even as he released her bra and bent to suck her nipples, kneading and flicking as Rowan pressed her face into his hair.
“You like my tits?” She let out a throaty moan, accepting his satisfied groan as a yes. “Or do you like what I’m doing to your cock?” Her pace increased, and she added a sweep of her thumb over the tip.
“Both. Don’t stop.” His hand grazed down her belly, heading straight for the place she most desired his touch. He slipped a finger inside her, then a second, moving them in and out with agonizing slowness
Rowan rocked her hips, savouring his touch, groaning as he removed his hand. She peered up at him through lowered lids, biting her lip as he pressed his fingers to his nose, then brushed them over her lips. She opened her mouth willingly, the taste of her own fluids making her even wetter.
“Sweet, salty, perfect” he whispered as he slid those magic fingers downward again, straight into her aching pussy. He studied her as he stroked in and out, his smile widening as her breath hitched, her hips swaying as she sought the delicious feeling of release.
She stroked him in time, adding a swirl of her finger over his sensitive head, eager to get him rock hard and ready for another round.
“I want to go down on you.” At her nod, he lifted her, perching her on the edge of the dresser before kissing his way down her heated flesh until he reached her breasts. He flicked her nipples with his tongue, sucking and nibbling on the sensitive flesh.
“Do it.” Rowan clutched his hair. “Make me scream.”
Connor peered up as he dropped to his knees. His eyes darkened, pupils dilating as he parted her thighs, all the while his hot lips getting closer and closer, his breath fanning against her sensitive flesh.
She leaned back on her hands, unable to look away as the man looped her legs over his shoulder “Please, please,” she whispered as he edged her butt toward him. Sinking back against the coolness of the wall, she let out a tiny squeal as he flicked his tongue over her clit, circling, then burying it in her wet folds, pushing the tip into her aching core. He squeezed her thighs and caressed her bum, his constant licking and nibbling driving her close to the edge.
Rowan twined her fingers into his hair and yanked him closer, spreading her thighs wide. The tingle raced up and down her spine, her back arching as she orgasmed hard, gasping for air.
“Sweet woman.” Connor buried his face against her, his low groan and the constant lapping of his hot tongue sending her into another delightful series of spasms. He kissed his way up her body, rising to his feet. “Time for that fantasy?”
She nodded and slid her hands down to cup his tight ass, gasping as her dream came true, the man driving into her hard and fast. The dresser thumped a steady beat against the wall, accompanying their moans and Rowan’s gasps.
“Oh, yeah.” Connor slowed for a moment, the continuous pulse of his hips bringing Rowan close to tears. His pace increased again, the slap of their bodies louder and sexier as he drove in deeper and deeper.
Rowan felt him with her entire body, the power of his thrusts, the delicious reality of this man inside her, dragging her to the edge of sanity as the world stuttered and stopped, even if only briefly. Her nails dug into his broad shoulders, her breath caught in her chest as she came, her entire being locked in one ecstatic spasm.
Connor’s deep groan reverberated through her, and he pressed his forehead against her neck, seeming unable to move. “Amazing, Ro.”
Once his breathing returned to normal, he lifted her, her legs still wrapped around his waist and head resting on his shoulder. He carried her to the bed, practically collapsing and landing them in a sweaty heap.
Rowan sighed and shut her eyes, her world completely right, even if only for now.