His nostrils flared, the air brushed her clit. His lips closed over her clit and thoughts 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. He was the home she never had, and there were no rules. Just the two of them-making it together.