He knelt once more behind her. His lips pressed against the small of her back before he turned her with firm hands. His stubble grazed a path over her abdomen. She leaned against the counter and gazed down at him. Connor on his knees in front of her, kissing the swell of her belly as if it was the most beautiful thing on Earth. She hadn’t thought it possible to be more turned on but that sight nearly brought her undone.
He looked up at her and she saw what he was doing in the stormy blue of his eyes. Waiting—waiting for her instruction. There was nothing they wouldn’t share, not even control. She pushed him back gently.
“Take off your shirt,” she said.
Connor flicked the buttons, revealing his perfect male skin inch by inch. He tugged off the shirt and threw it aside. Fucking perfection. Her pulse doubled. She drew up a knee and hooked it over his shoulder. His gaze focused on her pussy and he grabbed her hip, drew her to his mouth. She palmed the sides of his head, halting him a breath away from her glistening sex.
“You get what I give you,” she ground out.
His nostrils flared, the air brushed her clit. He’d just handed her control but she knew it was an illusion, knew he’d have her back under him in a flash, knew he did this for her. She tugged him closer and pushed her hips forward. His lips closed over her clit and thoughts—about things like control, business troubles, future babies…about anything except this—fled her mind. She rocked against his mouth. He worked her with his tongue.
Her body drew in, tension swarmed, intensified. She squirmed and heard herself beg. He pushed two fingers into her and pumped. Her hips bucked. She drew closer and closer to what she needed—that sweet peak. She exploded over the edge, crashed down the other side, plunged into the abyss. Heat and pleasure coated her veins, liquefied her bones, zinged along her nerves.
Her vision cleared and she released her grip on his head. Connor still lapped her as if her orgasm tasted like bliss. She sank down and collapsed into his arms. He held her in his lap and leaned against the counter. His heart beat against her ear. She reveled in the scent of him, the security of his strength.
He stroked her back, brushed his chin over the top of her hair. She breathed in, filling her whole chest.
This was home and there were no rules. Just the two of them—making it together.