Connor turned at the sound of the door.
His shocked silence made her feel both terribly alone and terribly exposed, as if she stood naked on a stage in front of a murmuring crowd, and Connor’s burning gaze were a spotlight. The silence went on and on. He opened his mouth. Closed it. His Adam’s apple bobbed.
“Holy shit,” he said hoarsely. “What the hell are you doing?”
Her lips started trembling, then her whole jaw. “I don’t know,” she whispered. She had no idea what she was doing. But whatever it was, it was obviously the wrong thing.
Well, here it was. Worse case scenario. Times like these were a girl’s opportunity to show her true quality. “I’ll just, um, put my clothes back on,” she mumbled. “Excuse me.”
Her eyes filled up as she turned. She launched herself in what she sincerely hoped was the direction of the bathroom door.
He grabbed her from behind, spun her around, and shoved her hard against the wall. “Not so fast. Wait a goddamn minute.”
His furious face was inches from hers. His naked chest grazed her nipples. She opened her mouth, but nothing intelligible came out. “I—”
“Don’t you dare come waltzing out of that bathroom buck naked and then just leave me hanging!”
She gasped. “But I—but I thought—”
“What? You thought what? That strutting around naked in front of me would be good sport? Big joke, huh? Dangle bait in front of me and watch me jump.”
His inexplicable fury bewildered her. “Connor, I—”
“Don’t you dare tease me like that, Erin. Don’t…you…dare.”
She finally found her voice. “You got it wrong.”
“Wrong how? Say it louder. I can’t hear you.”
She shoved against his chest, but he would not budge. It was as if he were rooted to the ground. “Do not yell at me!”
“Let’s hear it, Erin.” His voice was soft, but no less menacing. “How am I wrong?”
She reached to cover her breasts, but his hands flashed out and wrenched hers wide open, pinning them against the wall. He leaned closer. The hard bulge in his jeans pressed hard against her pubic bone. “No way, Erin. This was your idea. Take responsibility for it.”
She stared into his eyes. “I just wanted…” Her throat closed, and she tried again. “I wanted to—”
“What? What did you want? What crazy game are you playing with me?”
“Don’t swear at me! I am not playing games! I wanted you!”
His face went blank. “Huh?”
“I want you!” Anger gave her the strength to wrench her hands loose. “God, Connor! Is it so hard to get? Could I possibly be more obvious? What do I have to do, send you a singing telegram?”
“Me?” he repeated.
She shoved at his hot chest, and this time he stumbled back. “Yes, you! Idiot! I had no idea you would be so ridiculous about it!” She dove for the bathroom. “Let it go. Never mind. I promise, I will never—”
“Fuck, no.” He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her around to face him. “We’re not letting this go. No way.”
She’d been hoping for a smooth segue into a sensual dance, in which Connor would take the lead and she could follow his cues and hide how awkward and inexpert she was. It wasn’t going to be like that.
He was so worked up. Trembling in the grip of some intense emotion. A thrill of delicious, primitive terror went through her. “Ease up, please,” she whispered. “Your hands are hurting me.”
His hands dropped. “Sorry,” he said gruffly.
She rubbed the sore spots his fingers had left. “You scared me.”
He shook with a short burst of ironic laughter. “Yeah, well, you scared me, too.”
“Dad said you had nerves of steel. I wouldn’t have thought that just a naked girl could faze you.”
He let out a long, ragged sigh. “It depends on the girl. God. Look at you,” he said softly. “Your body is gorgeous.”
She blushed. How gallant and sweet of him, to carry on about her perfectly ordinary body. “Um, thank you.”
He stared as if he were in a trance. A flush was burned into his high cheekbones. She reached up and touched it with her fingertips. The muscles of his face shifted beneath hot, velvety skin.
She explored his neck, his shoulders, and slid her arms around his waist, sighing as their torsos touched. “I like your body, too,” she whispered. She brushed her fingers across the ridges of muscle and bone and scar tissue. Her faintest touch made him shudder and gasp.
He placed his hands tentatively on her shoulders. “My hands don’t know where to land.” His voice shook. “You’re so soft and warm. And you’re naked. Everywhere.”
“So touch me everywhere,” she said.
He threaded his fingers into her hair and let them slide down its smooth length. “Am I dreaming? Prove to me that I’m not dreaming.”
“OK.” She slid her hand down over his back and pinched his muscular butt. “How’s that?”
He hid his face against her hair, laughing silently. “I’m convinced,” he said.” My dream Erin would never do a thing like that.”
The implications of those words sank in. “Dream Erin?” she whispered. “You mean you’ve thought about me before?”
“God, yes. I’ve wanted you for years.” His hands were all over her, bold and eager. Circling her waist, caressing her bottom, her hips.
She hid her hot, smiling face against his chest. “I bet your dream Erin would never pinch a man’s butt, huh?” She started to shake with helpless laughter. “I bet she’s a picture-perfect porcelain doll with shiny black patent leather shoes and ankle socks who never puts a foot wrong, right?”
He frowned, baffled. “Huh?”
“I bet she’s a mealy-mouthed twit with an apple for the teacher. I bet she would never scare a guy half to death by jumping out of the bathroom stark naked. But guess what, Connor? Say good-bye to your dream Erin. She’s history. No more Ms. Nice Girl. I quit.”
“Look out.” He looked fascinated. “Are you going to put on a leather miniskirt and five-inch heels and rob banks?”
“No. I’m going to seduce you,” she announced.
A delighted grin lit up his face. “I’m cool with that. But if it makes you feel any better, my dream Erin never wore patent leather shoes. She was always bare naked. Wide open while we made love. All that creamy skin damp and rosy.”
“Oh, my,” she gasped. “Really?”
He nodded. “Turn around.”
She was startled at the abrupt command. “What?”
He cupped the curve of her bottom. “Your ass drives me crazy. Turn around, right here. In front of the mirror. I want to look at it.”
It was ridiculous, after all the bold lengths she’d gone to, but her face still burned. “I…but it’s, ah, too big. Cindy’s always giving me Buns of Steel videos for Christmas as a joke, and I—”
“Cindy can weld her scrawny buns into steel if she wants. I like a round, beautiful ass like yours. You’re the one who took your clothes off for me, Erin. I’ve been sneaking guilty peeks at your ass for years. Now’s my chance to get a good, long look. So turn around. Now.”
She did not miss the command hidden beneath the lazy sensual tone. And he was right. This had been her idea. She turned her back to him.
He clasped her waist, and pushed her forward gently. She swayed and caught herself on the low table. She stared straight into the mirror, back arched, bottom sticking out. Her face was bright pink.
Connor smiled, a hot, predatory smile that made the muscles of her thighs clench. The pose he had put her in was an explicit invitation.
He was testing her. Her arms trembled. She didn’t move. She would not chicken out. No way. She’d come this far.
His hands slid lower, worshiping every curve, caressing her inner thighs and brushing boldly over the fuzz of hair that hid her sex. He pulled her up, and back against him, his arm tight around her belly, his erection pressed against her bottom. “You make it so hard to do the right thing,” he muttered.
She struggled to concentrate. “The right thing? What is that?”
“To not touch you,” he growled. “I bullied you into this whole thing. Seducing you puts me deep into dickhead territory.”
“Wait a minute, here. Who is seducing who? Who gets the credit for this, Mr. Connor Do-The-Right-Thing-At-All-Costs McCloud?”
“That’s not the point.”
She lifted her chin. “I think it is the point. You’re pathetically misguided about what the right thing is, Connor.”
His lips quirked. “Is that right?”
“The right thing is for you to satisfy my carnal desires,” she said. “That is the only honorable response to this situation.”
An appreciative grin spread slowly over his face. “Wow. My dream Erin would never have said a thing like that, either.”
“Good-bye, dream Erin. Hello, real Erin. Get used to it.”
“Oh, I’m adjusting,” he assured her. “You took me by surprise at first, but I’m getting used to the hardcore Erin real quick.” He cupped her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers. “Just look at these tits,” he murmured. “Wet dream material. So? Tell me your carnal desires, sweetheart. I stand ready to serve, in any way.”
She hesitated, and decided that pretending she knew what she was doing would be too stressful. “I’m not quite sure where I want to go from here,” she admitted. “I was hoping you might have some ideas.”
He snorted. “Oh, I know exactly where I want to go from here. Only problem is, I’ve got no condoms.”
Her eyes widened. She had completely forgotten that small but essential detail.
“I wasn’t looking to score with you when I drove down here,” he said roughly. “I didn’t even let myself consider it. I cannot believe that I have a chance to make love to you, and I’ve blown it.”
She hesitated, biting her lip. “Couldn’t we just…do it anyway?” she asked. “I’ve heard that if the man stops in time, that—”
“Theoretically, sure.”
She rushed on, eager to get the thought out while it was still intact. “My period is as regular as clockwork, and it ended night before last, so I’m probably not—”
“Probably being the key word. Erin, I’m so turned on, I’m lucky if I don’t come in my pants right now just looking at you. You can’t ask me not to come inside you. Not the first time, anyway, and probably not the second time, either. Because I can’t promise it.”
Another thought occurred to her. “I’m sorry, I should’ve said this sooner. If you’re thinking about being safe, I can tell you my sexual history in about a minute, and everything I’ve done has always been with a condom, so—”
“No, Erin. Actually, that was the last thing on my mind,” he said gently. “But since we’re on the subject, I always made a point of being safe, too. And I tested negative on my last physical, which was before the coma, and all that. And I haven’t been with anyone since long before then. So, uh…just so you know.”
“Thanks,” she murmured. “That’s a very long time.” Not as long as her own spell of celibacy, of course, but she was a special case. “So, we could do, um, other things, couldn’t we?”
His smile was slow, sexy, merciless. “Oh yeah? What things?”
“Oh, there are lots of possibilities.” She tried to sound casual.
“Name them for me,” he said softly. “Tell me your favorites.”
Her eyes dropped. “I can’t,” she whispered.
He pulled her against him. “That’s about what I figured.”
She hid her face against his chest. He didn’t feel like he was losing interest just because she was shy and inexpert, judging by the hot bulge pressed against her belly. That was promising.
He wound his hand into the hair at the nape of her neck and tilted her head back. “Would you tell me something, Erin?” he asked. “Because it’s driving me crazy, not knowing.”
She met his searching gaze. “What?”
“The sex you say you’ve had, was it with Georg Luksch?”
She wrenched out of his arms. “I never let that horrible man touch me! How could you even ask me that?”
“Don’t get pissed off,” he soothed. “I wouldn’t blame you if you had. Nobody would. A guy who looks like that—”
“Like what?” She lunged for her suitcase, rummaging for some clothes with trembling fingers. “He looked like a gigolo! He didn’t interest me in the least!” She found some cotton panties and yanked them on inside out.
“Oh, come on. He looked like a goddamn Calvin Klein ad.”
“Not after you were done with him, he didn’t!”
He winced. “I’m sorry you had to see that. But I’m not sorry I did it.”
“Whatever,” she snapped. “Think what you want, Connor. I don’t care. I was ravished, soiled, dishonored. I did everything there is to do with him. I am absolutely ruined. OK? Now deal with it!”
She wrenched a pair of pants out of her suitcase and sat on the bed to pull them on. Connor yanked them out of her hands, flung them away, and pushed her down onto her back. His hot, half-naked body sprawled heavily over hers. “Bullshit. Look me in the eye, Erin.”
She struggled wildly against him. “Get off me!”
“Look me in the eye,” he repeated. “That’s all I ask.”
She glared at him for a moment. “Satisfied?”
He relaxed, and nodded. “Yeah. You never let him touch you.”
“Oh yeah? How do you know? Maybe I lied!”
“You can’t lie to me,” he said calmly. “I can read you.”
“Oh! That is so arrogant! You don’t know me, Connor! And you think you can look into my eyes and read my mind?” She swatted at his chest. “I can’t even read my own goddamn mind!”
“I do know you,” he said stubbornly. “And you never let him touch you.”
She turned her face away, her throat quivering. “No,” she admitted. “He wasn’t my type. And he made me nervous.”
He rolled off her and propped his head up on his hand. His other hand splayed possessively over the curve of her hip. “Good,” he said.
“I don’t see how it changes anything.”
“It doesn’t,” he said. “But it does make me feel better. I had nightmares for months about that bastard touching you.”
She sat up, startled. “You did?”
His direct, silent gaze was her answer. His hand stroked, settled into the curve of her waist, pulling her until their bodies touched again.
“So did I,” she whispered. “It was bad. For a while.”
He pressed tender kisses against her neck and jaw. “We were discussing, what was it? Oh, yeah. Sexual possibilities that don’t include intercourse,” he mused. “Now there’s an interesting topic. I think we should get back to it.” He plucked at the elastic of her panties and gave her a wistful look. “I liked it better when you were naked.”
“That was before you made me mad,” she said.
“I could make you forgive me.” He covered her face with soft kisses. “Let’s get those panties off you, and I’ll show you what I mean.”
Cold fear tightened in her belly. Face the facts, babe. One hurting puppy. Lousy lay. Bradley’s boredom and frustration at how long she took, how difficult she was. She let out a nervous giggle. “Oh, I’d rather concentrate on you first. You’re the one who needs to—”
“The rules are real clear,” he said. “Ladies first. It’s the law.”
“But I’m not, ah…” She trailed off, miserable.
He gazed searchingly into her face. “I thought this was what you wanted,” he said slowly. “You having second thoughts?”
“Good Lord, no! It’s just that I…it’s not that simple, to make me have an orgasm. I’m not…very responsive, and I don’t want to bore you, and I get so anxious when I’m under pressure, which makes me tense up even more, so I was hoping we could skip that part and try some other things, and that way maybe I’ll have a chance to loosen up—”
“Erin. Shhh.” He cut off her anxious babbling with a kiss. When he lifted his head, she was dazed and breathless. “No pressure. And I won’t get bored. I have a really long attention span. You have no idea.”
“But I—”
He covered her mouth with his, and all her doubts and fears melted into a vortex of tender confusion. His lips were velvety, coaxing and insistent. His tongue flicked against hers, and he deepened the kiss, sweet and clinging, like he wanted to draw the soul from her body.
He slid his hand into her panties, his fingertips brushing over her soft thatch of hair. She pressed herself against his hand, and his fingers parted her tenderly.
“Oh, yeah. That’s so beautiful,” he murmured. “You’re already wet and soft. There’s nothing wrong with you, sweetheart. You’re plenty responsive. Feel this. You’re almost there, right now, and all I did was kiss you. I’ve barely started touching you. You were made for this. You’re melting for it, like hot caramel. Feel this, put your hand right here. Feel how this beautiful clit is sticking out, all swollen and tight like it just can’t wait for me to suck on it. Feel this?”
He pressed her own fingers against the hot, throbbing glow of pleasure at the top of her cleft while his fingers delved inside her. She hid her face, panting. Her body moved of its own volition. She thrust herself against his hand. Pleasure swelled, unbearably sweet. She trapped his hand between her thighs and pressed her own down on top of it, her muscles clenching and releasing. The feeling grew, cresting.
“Connor. Oh, God. Don’t…don’t…”
“I won’t leave you,” he soothed. “I’m right here. Let go.”
Something huge was gathering inside her. She panicked, and fought it. “Connor…something strange is happening. I…I’m scared.”
“Go with it. It’s OK, Erin.”
She shook her head. “Please. Stop. I can’t. I can’t—”
“Go with it.” His voice was implacable. He slid his tongue into her mouth, thrust his hand deeper, insisting.
It overtook her. The world dissolved into pulsing black heat.
When she finally opened her eyes, she was surprised to find herself in one piece. Her same old, familiar self.
Connor pulled her face around and smoothed damp hair off her forehead. “Are you all right?” he asked.
She gazed at him, speechless.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
She let her face drop to the side and nuzzled the hand that was stroking her cheek. “What…what was that?” she whispered.
He looked alarmed. “Uh…you came, Erin,” he said slowly. “You’re not telling me that was your first time?”
Her body still thrummed with residual pleasure. She closed her eyes and pressed her thighs together, savoring it. “Ah, no. I mean, yes. I thought that I had, but I’ve never felt the whole world go away like that. It scared me so much, I think I fainted. I thought I was dying.”
She felt his smile against her neck as he nuzzled her. “The little death. The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
The sweet, rippling shivers slowly gave way to a relaxed glow. She wanted to croon and purr, but when she cuddled closer, she felt the unyielding heat of his erection against her belly, and remembered that there was more to this. “Connor? What about you?” she asked.
His eyebrow quirked. “What about me? I’m in heaven.”
She reached down, and stroked the long, thick bulge in his jeans. He let out a sharp gasp, and placed his hand over hers. “Not yet.”
“Not yet?” She was baffled. “Then when?”
He hooked his thumbs into the elastic of her panties, tugged them down, and then slid down the bed. He dragged her along with him, until her legs dangled off the foot of the bed in a tangle of bed coverings. “Connor? What are you—”
“One orgasm is good,” he said. “Two are better.”
She pushed herself up until she was perched on the edge of the bed, legs clamped together in a paroxysm of shyness. He knelt in front of her, a faint smile touching his lips. “Open up for me.” He covered her knees with beseeching kisses, his mouth hot and deliciously ticklish. She giggled and pushed his face away. “Please,” he pleaded. “Let me in.”
His smile and his sweet, silly kisses made her heart go soft. She dashed the tears away with a murmur of embarrassment. It took some concentration, but slowly the muscles in her thighs loosened. He pushed them wide, his face fascinated. He drew his fingertip down the folds of her labia, parting them, and thrust his finger deep inside her.
She gasped, and she was outside herself, observing her own behavior with a cold, horrified eye. Legs spread, completely at his mercy. Crazy and wanton. That shrill, lecturing voice echoed through her mind, reminding her of betrayal, Dad and Novak, Georg and Crystal Mountain, all the reasons why she shouldn’t—
“Don’t,” he said.
She met his sharp gaze, startled. “Don’t what?”
“Wherever you were going in your head, don’t go there. It’s a wrong turn.”
The sharpness of his perceptions made her feel transparent. “You can’t tell me what thoughts to think,” she said.
He slid his finger out of her and licked it, sighing with pleasure. “I can try, can’t I?” he asked. “Jesus, you’re delicious. All I want you to think about is how it feels when I go down on you. That’s it, Erin. No other thoughts are invited. This is a private party.”
He swayed forward and put his mouth to her before she could think of a reply, and all thoughts fled. All that remained was the liquid, swirling sensations of his lips and his strong, eager tongue, lapping and laving her, flicking expertly across her most sensitive flesh. She gripped damp, silky handfuls of his hair and pushed herself against his mouth. His growl of satisfaction reverberated through her body.
He shoved her down onto her back and folded her legs up high. She writhed, struggling in his strong grip, but she was struggling toward something, not away. He drove her onward, toward a tantalizing promise that blazed on the horizon of her mind like the fiery glow of sunrise.
That huge, inevitable wave of pleasure that had so terrified her before gathered again. This time she didn’t resist it. The explosion throbbed through her entire body, an endless eternity of rippling pleasure. It took a long time to float back. “I’m melting,” she whispered.
“Yeah. Like homemade vanilla ice cream scooped over hot Dutch apple pie. Yum.” His smile was so sweet, it made her heart hurt. “You want some more? I could do that to you all night long. Easily.”
She struggled up onto her knees. “It’s your turn, Connor,” she said shyly. “Do you want me to, um…go down on you?”
He jerked up onto his elbows, opened his mouth to speak, and closed it, looking shy. “Uh…that’s one of those do-bears-shit-in-the-woods and is-the-Pope-Catholic type questions, Erin.”
“I take it that’s a yes,” she said primly.
He flopped down onto his back and put his hand over his face. “You don’t have to if you’re not comfortable with it,” he mumbled.
She leaned over him. “Connor? Are you blushing?”
“No,” he snapped. “I just turned red because I’m excited. So shoot me. God, this is embarrassing.”
“Don’t be embarrassed. I love it. How sweet.”
“Sweet,” he muttered. “Huh. Great. I’m glad it works for you.”
She put her hands on his chest, and petted the flat, silky golden hair. “So tell me what you want me to—”
“No way.” He flung his arms wide. “I am at your mercy. Do with me as you will. If you want to go down on me, fine. I’m all for it.”
She unbuttoned his jeans. He wore nothing beneath them. His penis sprang out eagerly into her hands. Long and thick, flushed.
“No underwear?” She covered her nervousness with laughter.
“Hate ’em. Never bothered with them when I was a kid. Never got into the habit as an adult, either. They make my dick feel strangled.”
His skin was so much softer than she had expected. Living velvet sliding over the thick stalk as she clasped him, squeezed him. The blunt, heart-shaped tip was as large and swollen as a red plum. It wept one gleaming drop of fluid. She touched it with her fingertip, swirling it around his hot, smooth flesh. He cried out, arching off the bed.
She froze, alarmed. “Please tell me if I do anything wrong.”
He clutched handfuls of sheet with white-knuckled fists. “Anything, everything, whatever. It’s all good. Don’t stop.”
His low, shaky tone emboldened her, and she dragged his jeans down over his hips. She pulled them off and got her first look at the surgical scars that furrowed his thigh. Long and jagged and puckered.
She ran her hand over his ravaged flesh. An ache swelled inside her for his suffering, bound together with tenderness, and anger, and the urge to give him more pleasure than he had ever dreamed possible.
She clambered over him, letting her hair trail over his chest until she was straddling him. He held up his face to a soft rain of kisses like a man dying of thirst. His body trembled with the effort of staying still. “Oh, God, this is so sweet,” he murmured.
She played with him, discovering his body with her hands and her lips. He squeezed his eyes shut and shuddered violently when she took him into her mouth.
She could barely manage it, there was so much of him. He was so big and thick. She loved his warm, salty, sexual taste, his musky male smell. His heartbeat pulsed between her hands, against her caressing tongue. His scarred, beautiful body was a heart-wrenching contradiction of power and vulnerability, of strength and yearning.
He gripped fistfuls of her hair. His tone grew more pleading as she experimented with her tongue, with her hands. The bolder she was, the harder he thrashed. She pulled him deeper, swallowing him whole, suckling him hard, swirling her tongue, milking him with her hands.
His hands tightened in her hair. “It’s coming down on me. Oh, God.” He convulsed, and exploded.
Pulsing jets of hot liquid spurted into her mouth, and she shuddered at the energy that burst against her face. She braced herself, and rode out the long storm. It faded into stillness.
She swallowed, raised her head, wiped her mouth. She kissed his thigh, the dark blond hair at his groin, the sensitive tip of his penis.
His fingers tightened in her hair. “Oh, Erin.”
His voice was rough and shaky. He hid his eyes behind his trembling hand. She pressed her cheek against the hard muscles of his belly, and nuzzled him tenderly. “Are you OK?” she asked him.
He opened his eyes, and laughed. “I just had a religious experience.”
She pulled herself up onto her knees. “Me, too.”
He grinned as he studied her face. “Really? You liked doing that?”
She nodded. His penis was still half-hard, curved across his thigh against its nest of hair. She ran her fingertip slowly along its length, from root to the gleaming tip. He hardened and thickened instantly.
“I loved it,” she said. “It made me crazy. Just look at me, Connor. Look at what you’ve done.”
He propped himself up onto his elbows and stared at her. Her fingers curled around his penis and squeezed him. “Whoa,” he whispered. “Check you out. You’re on fire.”
She let her head fall back and trailed her fingertips over her hot face, her lips, her throat. She caressed her breasts, her belly, and slid her hand between her legs, seeking relief from the shimmering tension. “I feel so much, it hurts,” she said. “Inside, outside, everywhere. Did you put a spell on me? Did you slip something into my pie when I wasn’t looking?”
“Oh, no, sweetheart.” He rose up to his knees. “It was all inside you to begin with. The red-hot love goddess. It’s what you always were. You shine, Erin. You almost hurt my eyes.” He pulled her hard against him, arranging her thighs so that they straddled his. “Oh yeah. Give me some more of that. Right now.”
He slanted his mouth over hers in a fierce, devouring kiss. No tenderness or gentleness, just raw, possessive male triumph. She gave herself up to it, quivering with helpless excitement. He thrust his fingers deeply into her slick heat. “Is this what you want?”
But she couldn’t reply, she was wailing, convulsing around his hand, and riding a long shuddering wave of ecstacy.
He held her afterwards, murmuring sweet words and rocking her like a child. Her head rested limply on his shoulder. When she could move again, she flung herself backwards, pulling him down on top of her. “Please, Connor,” she said. “Make love to me now.”
His face was a taut mask of self-control. “Damn, Erin. Have mercy on me. We shouldn’t do this, not without latex—”
She pulled him down and clasped her legs around him. “I am a grown-up. I take full responsibility. I promise.”
He wrenched her arms from around his neck and pinned them above her head. “Fuck responsibility,” he snarled. “It’s not that simple, and you know it!”
“Please.” She pulled him closer with her thighs, pressing her moist labia against his belly like a hot, pleading kiss. “I need you.”
He closed his eyes, panting. “I can’t say no to you,” he said. “You drive me completely nuts. I’m helpless before you.”
“Good,” she said. “That’s excellent. Helpless works for me.”
“I don’t know if I can do it without coming inside you, though,” he warned. “I’ve never done it with a red-hot love goddess before.”
She rubbed her breasts against his chest. “Then it’s time for a challenge. Come on, Connor. Be all that you can be.”
He dissolved into silent laughter. “Jesus, that’s harsh.” He shifted her legs, bending her knees so she was wide open to him.
She struggled up onto her elbows and grabbed for the pillows. “I want to see it,” she told him. “I don’t want to miss a single thing.”
“OK.” He tucked the pillows behind her, and poised his body over hers. “I’m so out of my mind, I think I’ve, uh, forgotten how to do it.”
She smiled up at him through her eyelashes. “It’ll come back to you,” she said. “You certainly had no problem with foreplay.”
“You’re pretty terrifying in the foreplay department yourself. You practically drove me insane with your hair goop. OK, here goes.”
He took himself in hand and pressed the blunt tip of his penis against her. He stroked her, moistening himself. The gentle contact was as sweet as a kiss. His fragrant hair tumbled around her face, and she ran her fingers through it. “Oh, your hair,” she whispered.
“What about it? Is it tickling you? Want me to pull it back?”
“No, no,” she said. “It’s almost dry. It looks beautiful.”
He nudged inside, and pressed against her body’s resistance. “Oh, God, Erin,” he groaned. “You’re so tight. You’re driving me nuts. This is so dangerous, baby. I’m right on the edge.”
“Please, Connor.” She would not permit him to leave her with this ache unsatisfied. She grasped his waist, pulled him deeper inside herself, but he was so big and hard and unyielding. “Don’t leave me.”
“Calm down,” he soothed her. “I’m not going anywhere. I just don’t want to hurt you. Just a little bit at a time…like this. Arch your back. Oh, God, yes. You squeeze me so tight.”
He pushed relentlessly deeper. She was afraid to move, scarcely breathing. Connor arched over her, his thick shaft thrust halfway into her. He worked himself deeper with each short, sliding thrust. “Are you all right?” he asked anxiously. “We can still stop if you—”
“Shut up.” She smiled to soften the sharp words.
“Move against me,” he commanded her. “That’ll make it easier.”
She moved her hips, and it all slipped into focus. The gliding movement, the angle, the delicious, throbbing fullness of his thick shaft inside her. The wonderful, marvelous point of it all. He pushed deeper.
She gasped. Connor gazed searchingly into her face. “More?”
She reached up, embracing him. “All.”