Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 72362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Without a word, he gets to his knees and runs his hands up the back of my legs. His warm breath turns the skin on my thighs to gooseflesh. Such a hint of what’s to come. Then he drags the flat of his tongue all the way up my inner thigh. I gasp and clutch at the rough brick wall. There’s no way my manicure is coming out of this in one piece and I could not care less.
Of course, he stops to press his nose to the crotch of my panties. He nudges at the material, breathing in the scent of me, and the pressure is sublime. But when he rubs his face against the lace…fuck.
“Connor…”
He lifts the hem of my skirt out of his way. “Hold this for me, would you?”
“Sure.”
A finger is hooked in the waistband of my panties and down they go. He guides them off me, one foot at a time. My shoes go too, and the reason for this is soon made clear as he guides my leg over his shoulder. The sight of him on his knees, his blond head level with my sex. It all works for me. No longer is it the caffeine making me tremble. I don’t need both hands to hold up my skirt. And messing up his gorgeous hair is one of my favorite things.
Over and over again, he licks at my labia, sliding his tongue against those lips. I don’t know if this is going to take long. The pressure is already starting to build. It’s a heavy feeling between my thighs. A tingling sensation crawling beneath my skin. He’s making me an addict to his hands and mouth. All of my senses are focused on what he’s doing.
He grips the thigh slung over his shoulder good and tight, keeping me upright. While he slides first one finger and then a second into me. I am so fucking wet. It’s obscene the way we can both hear it. His groaning at the taste of me isn’t quiet either. But any complaints from the neighbors would be more than worth it.
His fingers pump into me nice and slow as he draws circles around my clit with the tip of his tongue. The teasing bastard. I tangle my fingers in his hair and pull. Just because.
“More,” I say.
He’s lucky I don’t pull out a handful of hair when he bites down on my mound. The shock of it races through me. It’s like plugging myself into the closest electricity socket. Or at least I imagine it would be. My inner muscles clutch at his thick fingers. Which is when he hooks them and rubs against something so good. He bites me again on my inner thigh. Just sinks his teeth into me like he owns me. All the while those clever fingers of his keep pushing me higher. He rubs his face in my sex. Like he wants my scent all over him. As if I own him too.
“Connor…” I say with no small amount of urgency.
“Time to stop fucking around?”
I nod my head so hard I almost bang it against the wall. Ouch.
He concentrates on my clitoris. Licking turns into kissing and ends with him sucking it good and hard. There might have even been the threat of his teeth there. I don’t know. But my legs shake from the shock waves. They spread through my body. I close my eyelids tight and hang on. It’s beautiful and frightening how big it feels. Like every light in the universe is pouring through me. There’s no more Riley. No more me. Just high and happy atoms floating through space.
He eases his fingers out of me and presses a kiss against my belly. My leg is carefully lifted from his shoulder, my foot stands back on firm ground. I dropped the skirt of my dress at some stage. It takes me a minute to open my eyes. To come back to reality. And there he is, still on his knees staring up at me.
“I love watching you come,” he says in a low voice.
My smile won’t sit still. Too many emotions are competing for dominance inside of me. The most overwhelming of which is what he’s doing to my heart. Upending my life and moving here was meant to be life-altering. But it was meeting him that changed things for me.
He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and asks, “How do you want to handle the breakup?”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
“Breakup?” I ask, clueless as can be.
He nods stiffly. “Ava’s done the job for us with that kiss. No one thinks we’re getting back together now. You and I can stop with the fake dating.”
“You want to discuss our breakup?”
“Yeah.”
All of the good feelings scatter. “Huh.”
Having dropped this bombshell, Connor gets to his feet and heads to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. He walks with his head down, those thick shoulders sitting higher than normal. As if he knows he might need some protection. It takes a minute for him to notice me watching. “What?” he asks, nonchalant as fuck.