Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36177 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 181(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36177 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 181(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
“I have a better idea,” he said, whispering his lips across my earlobe. “Let’s go into your room and get undressed.”
I gasped when his hand swept along my hip and stomach before coming to rest just under my breast. In that moment I was glad I’d put on underwear because it would be so easy for Conor to slip the kimono aside. His other hand went to my outer thigh and I felt a distinct hardness against my backside.
“I really like this thing,” he said, smoothing his fingers along the silky fabric. “Though I fear it might be far too easy to take off.”
“The bacon’s going to burn,” I managed past a whimper as he tugged me back against him. There was no mistaking his desire as his erection pressed into my lower back.
Conor reached around me, taking the pan off the heat and turning off the stove.
“It will keep until later,” he said. “Be with me, Yvonne.”
I trembled at his plea. No man had ever wanted me like Conor did. No man made me feel how he made me feel. I wanted to give myself to him, even if my brain might be screaming at me that it was too soon. I’d been stifling my attraction to him since the night we were reacquainted and I couldn’t resist him any longer.
Turning in his hold, I twined my arms around his neck. He held still, his eyes sparking with desire when I bent close, pressing a kiss to his sternum. I pressed another to the hollow of his throat and he groaned. The next thing I knew he was lifting me, scooping up my legs as he carried me into my bedroom. I inhaled sharply when he settled me on the bed and I wasn’t sure what came over me when I reached for his towel and pulled it free.
He was just as perfect as I remembered him that day in his office, his hard cock begging for my mouth, but before I could reach for him he tugged at the strip of fabric that held my kimono together, his eyes feasting on my black underwear set.
“I hoped you might be naked under here,” he said, his eyes wandering over me thoughtfully as he caressed the silky fabric. “These are pretty though.”
“Why don’t you take them off?” I suggested breathily, my chest rising and falling as my pulse sped.
Conor practically growled as he peeled away my knickers then reached for my bra. Within seconds I lay naked beneath him, the kimono tossed aside. We both held still, just taking one another in. I wasn’t entirely sure what he saw when he looked at me, but his eyes said he was enjoying the view. He absorbed every inch of me like he couldn’t get enough.
He started to move down my body and it took a moment for my brain to catch up and realise his intention. I swallowed thickly when he positioned his head between my thighs, his large hands spreading my legs apart as he kissed and nuzzled my stomach. I stiffened momentarily, self-conscious about the soft pad of my belly. He seemed to notice and grunted, levelling me with a sharp look as he shook his head.
“Don’t do that.”
“Sorry. It’s just…it’s been a while. Two years to be exact. I’m out of practice with all this.”
Conor swore softly, resting his bristly cheek against my inner thigh as he stroked my stomach with his hand. “Two years?” His voice was tender.
I nodded. “Being naked with a man feels like a lifetime ago.”
“You were naked with me before.”
“Not like this.”
His gaze traversed my body, making my nipples bead and encouraging a gush of wetness between my thighs. “It’s been a year for me,” Conor said then and my eyebrows lifted.
“Really?”
He nodded.
“I don’t believe you.”
Now he appeared amused. “You think I’m lying?”
“I just don’t get how someone who looks like you can go entire year without—”
“I’ve never done casual sex, and besides, these last few weeks there’s only been one woman on my mind. A woman I really want to eat out right now but who’s acting nervous like I don’t think she’s the sexiest person I’ve ever seen.”
“It’s j-just insecurity,” I told him, my voice scratchy. “I’ll get over it.”
His gaze darkened. “Good. So, you’ll let me taste you?”
“Y-yes. Conor, please, I—” My words cut off when he pressed his mouth to my sex and I lost the ability to think. He lapped at me then tongued my clit. I fisted my bedsheets and threw my head back at the heavenly sensation of his warm, wet tongue.
“Fuck,” he grunted, drawing away for a moment before his mouth returned to my clit. One hand travelled up my body to palm my breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple and wrenching a moan out of me. He feasted on me like I was his favourite meal, his gaze flicking up to absorb my reactions. There was a devilish look in his eyes that drove me higher. It was a look that told me he was enjoying this just as much as I was.