She almost begged him to screw her right there against the wall. Just drive inside her and take her to that mind-shattering place where she didn’t have to think, where she could drown in the pleasure and embrace the freedom she hadn’t realized had been missing from her life.
But she didn’t get the chance to beg, to talk, to blink. Connor hauled her out of the stall, scooped her up, and kicked open the bathroom door.
“Goddamn it, I need to be in you.” His growl sent a thrill shooting up her spine. No man had ever been this desperate for her, looked at her as if he might actually die if he couldn’t have her.
They were dripping water all over the floor, but he didn’t seem to notice. He grabbed something from the table – a condom, she realized – and her heartbeat exploded, thudding so loudly it was all she could hear. A crashing sound penetrated the frantic drumming in her ears. Connor had swept every item off the table, even the lamp, which clattered to the floor with a crash. The next thing she knew, he’d spun her around and bent her over the tabletop.
Heat sizzled in her core. He’d taunted her about this table the night they’d met, about fucking her on it. Obviously he didn’t make idle threats. Or maybe it had been a promise. She didn’t know or care, because his fingers were inside her again. Moving in and out in slow, shallow strokes. Her back arched and her ass thrust out, struggling to get closer.
“You’re always so wet for me,” he groaned. “So ready to be fucked.”
She was. She was so ready that the tension was unbearable. “Give me your cock,” she begged. “Please. Your fingers aren’t enough. I need —”
The plea died as he plunged deep. So deep she fell forward, her elbows colliding with the table as her head nearly knocked into the wall. He filled her completely, stretching her open with each demanding thrust.
“Is this what you want?” His hoarse voice made her shiver. “You want me to fuck you like this? Hard enough to break this table? Hard enough to make you scream?”
He slammed into her again, and she actually did scream, needy and desperate. The pressure between her legs was beyond unbearable now – it was agonizing. Each time he thrust to the hilt, he hit a spot inside her that she hadn’t even known existed, an ache that ran deeper than the throbbing of her clit. She squeezed her eyelids shut and rode out the intense sensations, pleasure and pain and excruciating tension that finally snapped apart like an elastic band and swept her to a whole other dimension.
Connor came while she was convulsing, his fingers digging into her hips, his breath hot against her shoulder.
She couldn’t hear anything but the ringing of her ears, and her pussy was still spasming even as he pulled out and yanked her upright. His arms came around to clutch her possessively to his chest, their bodies slick from the shower, from perspiration.
“How the hell do you do this to me?” He sounded tortured as he held her even tighter.
“Do what?” she said breathlessly.
His hips flexed, and his cock ground against her ass. He was still rock-hard, still breathing erratically, as if he’d just run ten miles. “Turn me into a goddamn animal,” he mumbled. “I can’t think straight when I’m inside you.”
She choked out a laugh. “If it helps, I can’t think when you’re inside me, either.”
His answering laugh was strangled, laced with desperation. He twisted her body around and kissed her, moving backward as his tongue dove through her parted lips. Then he lowered himself on the bed and tugged her on top of him, his fingers sliding through her wet hair as he took long pulls on her tongue, kissing her with an urgency that floored her.
He felt it too, she realized. The overpowering need, that terrifying feeling of not enough. Because it was never enough, damn it. She always wanted more with him. She wanted to crawl deeper and deeper inside him, until there was nowhere left to go.
Eventually his kisses softened, becoming sweeter than she was used to. The lazy swipes of his tongue matched the strokes of his hands down her bare back.
“I like this,” she whispered, breaking their mouths apart just slightly.
Something flickered in his eyes before his expression went teasing. “Making out? Or fucking each other’s brains out?”
“Both. But right now I just meant the kissing part.” She pressed her lips to the center of his throat before lifting her head with a laugh. “I didn’t get my first kiss until I was seventeen, you know.”
“That late?” He sounded intrigued. “Are you telling me all those teenage city boys didn’t have the balls to lock lips with someone as gorgeous as you?”