"Now you're in trouble because I'm going to fuck you in this dress."
"I didn't mean-"
Didn't she? Oh, she damn well had. And he was on to her.
"Hold up your skirt," he growled into her ear.
Her fingers shook but she moved them to his and took up the folds of fabric.
Connor ran one hand over her stomach and grabbed the neckline. He tugged down and her breasts tumbled out. Her hands fisted in the skirt. He palmed her breasts, moving from one to the other, squeezing and rubbing.
Her core throbbed.
"You know don't you? What these tits do to me … ?" he breathed. His other hand moved to the top of her panties and pushed its way inside. His thick finger slid between her folds, brushing over her aching clit to thrust deeply inside her. He plucked her nipple and her whole body quivered. "You're so fucking wet for me. It turned you on didn't it? Teasing me?"
He rocked his hand against her pussy. His palm butted against her clit as his finger moved inside her tight walls. Pleasure hummed through her nerves.
"You're going to be sorry for that-you don't even know what teasing is."
He pushed another finger into her, stretching her deliciously.
She groaned.
His other hand moved from her breast and wrapped around her neck, drawing her head back against his shoulder.
"You're going to be quiet. No one hears your sexy sounds but me. You're going to need to remember that."
He withdrew from her and pushed down her panties. She bunched the skirt to keep from dropping it. His palm stroked over her arched throat.
His breath rushed against her cheek. The whisper of a zipper sounded behind her. Then the crinkle of a packet he managed to take care of one-handed.
His fingers wrapped softy around her neck and he rubbed his rough cheek against her ear. "Say it-say fuck me, Connor."
Moisture coated her thighs and her head rubbed against his shoulder. Her breasts ached as if they'd doubled in size. "Fuck me, Connor."
He pressed her shoulders, bending her at the waist. Then the thick head of his cock pressed at her entrance. He rocked it against her opening, slid it down between her folds and rolled against her clit. She jerked then rested her forehead against the wall, closing her eyes. He brushed there, back and forth, letting the mushroomed head of his cock flick over her bud.
Electric bursts of pleasure radiated from her clit into her abdomen. His foot slid between hers and eased her foot out, spreading her for him. He ran his cock back toward her entrance but didn't stop there, instead bringing it to nudge for a moment at her bottom. She twitched and pressed her lips together to stop the groan … or plea.
He pulled her hips back and guided himself to her aching pussy. He dipped in then up. Even dripping with moisture he strained her walls, stretching her with his fullness. He inched in, filling her so completely her pussy quivered.
She hugged the skirt around her waist and pressed back, letting him sink all the way. He stilled and her chest heaved.
Connor bent over her, bringing his lips just shy of her ear. "I said quiet, baby."
She blinked, hearing the sound of her panting, and forced her breath and body under control. Then he moved, hard and deep and with excruciating precision against that place only he seemed to be able to access. His arm circled her. He slipped his hand over her pussy, pressing against her clit as he thrust inside her. Her insides trembled, her thighs shook. He pounded her harder, shifting his cock deeper in her pussy while stroking her on the outside.
Pressure mounted and his other hand dug into her hip as he drove harder. His fingers swirled, working her just right. She was so full, every sensitive place reached, commanded by his cock. Her breath caught, her orgasm crested along her every cell. Connor's hand left her then he withdrew his cock. She collapsed forward, shaking with the orgasm only seconds away.
He eased her off the wall. "That's for teasing me, baby, now you'll have to wait for your turn."
Her eyes snapped open and she saw the look on his face-savage desire. She could come without his help.
"On your knees," he whispered.
She slid to the ground and knelt, opening her mouth, tongue out the way he'd shown her. He took off the condom and held his thick cock in one hand and grabbed the back of her hair with the other then slid himself over her tongue.
He pushed deeper into her mouth and the open denim of his jeans rubbed against her neck. His cock reached the back of her throat but still he pushed deeper. She relaxed her throat and took him, savoring the sensation of him hardening even further in her mouth.
She tightened her lips and rubbed her tongue over him. His hand shifted in her hair and she devoured him. Sucking him as deeply as she could into her mouth in fast, slick movements. His cock stiffened and he leaned a hand against the wall. A shiver rolled through her at his reaction. At the quiet power she had over him. She sucked him harder. He jerked, his cock pushing to the back of her mouth. Warm saltiness spilled down her throat. She swallowed and ran her tongue over him gently as he continued to twitch. His other hand moved to her hair and held the side of her face.
She glanced up at him. His eyes squeezed shut, his jaw clamped tight and pleasure streaked across his face. Her pussy throbbed. She fought the urge to slide her hand between her legs and join him. His lashes parted and he met her gaze. The tension in his features softened and he took his cock from her mouth.
He tilted her face up to look at her.
She stared back at him. Long moments of heavy silence passed between them. He guided her to her feet, then his mouth covered hers. He kissed her, gently, sliding his tongue between her lips and holding her tightly enough to absorb her into him. She kissed him back, rubbing her hands over his broad back.
He broke the kiss then dropped his head against the wall over her shoulder. "You don't know what you do me."
A sweet ache filled her chest. She rubbed her nose against his neck, inhaling the magnificent scent of him.
He patted her bottom. "Come on, you still have a dress to buy."
She blinked and looked up at him. He was actually not going to let her finish. Her brows drew together.
"Don't give me that saucy look. I'll take care of it you when you've behaved yourself."
"That's just nasty."
His smile, slow and cocky, lit his face. "No different than what you were trying to do to me."
Dammit he had her there.
She purchased the red dress, even if she only ever wore it for him.
NINE
They wandered through the mall and into other stores. Connor walked with his arm wrapped around her, keeping her close to him, his fingertips brushing against the skin on her shoulder. Her body was on edge, electrified and every touch built the wicked anticipation curling through her.
Every time she moved she felt him beside her, touching, watching. He was more tuned into her than any person had ever been. Her body strained toward him. Touch me-take me.
He acted the part of boyfriend while building an erotic, lust-filled fantasy.
The fantasy washed over her with every affectionate gesture, tempting her, fooling her, frightening the living shit out of her. Because this-this thing between them-had to be an illusion. They were playacting.
She had no idea how much was real.
"Time to eat." Connor shifted the bags he carried into one hand and reached for hers with the other.
His thick fingers pushed between her thinner ones and she couldn't help clinging to him.
They took the shopping to the car then went to one of the restaurants on the outside of the mall. A tall blonde waitress led them through the throng of tables to a horseshoe booth at the rear of the room. The waitress' gaze lingered a little too long on Connor and she gave him a smug smile. Lucky for her health she moved along. In the two minutes they'd interacted Charlie had already thought of six ways she could kill the waitress with the heel of her shoe.
Jealousy never usually entered her emotional range. She glanced at Connor, so big and gorgeous. What woman wouldn't be interested in him?
"What did you expect, Charlie? You don't go to an effort anymore. You've let yourself go."
A sucker-punch of self-doubt hit her in the middle.
And that had come from someone who'd supposedly loved her …
Connor ordered a steak with pepper sauce. She ordered the same. The waitress walked away and Charlie caught the end of a sly grin on his face.
"What?"
His grin slipped wider over his teeth. "I was just thinking how much I like a woman who enjoys eating meat." His gaze darkened. He wasn't talking about the steak she'd ordered.
The image flickered behind her eyes. Her on her knees, gobbling up what he'd fed her-and loving every delicious inch of it. Her still frustrated, still throbbing, still freaking unsatisfied, pussy flooded with arousal.
Her tongue darted out and she poured water from the jug on the table into her glass. "I've probably had more than my share of meat today-maybe I should've ordered salad."