Searching for Mine(33)

His eyes flew open. She waited for him to walk away. Instead, he strode toward her. Her breath whooshed out of her lungs as he stopped inches away, his beautiful face tight with concentration. The burning blue of his eyes scorched her. “Bad things. I’ve been thinking about you all night. About another man touching you. I hated it. I don’t want to leave, and I don’t want anyone else touching you, Ella.”

Her body trembled. The leashed fury of lust and want flicked at her, and a low groan rose to her lips, a groan of pure need. Warning bells clanged. She desperately tried to think of all the reasons this was not a good idea, but her brain shut down and her body roared for more. “This isn’t a good idea.”

“No. This is a terrible idea, but I’m not in control. So you need to stop me. Because all night while you were on your date, I thought of touching you. Kissing you.” He paused. “Fucking you.”

“Oh, God.” She practically shook at his dirty words, growing wet between her thighs. She lifted her arms to push him away, but instead they lay against his hard chest. The muscles jumped beneath her touch. “Connor.”

He lowered his head. His breath struck her lips. “I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to screw up the best relationship I’ve ever had with a woman. But I want you, Ella. I want to put my hands all over you, under you, in you. I want to give you so much pleasure you can only say my name over and over. I know I should walk away, for both of our sakes. So, stop me, sweetheart. Stop me right now.”

Their eyes met and locked. Her arms slid up over his chest and around his neck, and she rose to her tiptoes and said the words. “I can’t. I don’t want you to stop,” she said softly. “Take what you want.”

His mouth slammed over hers.

It was as if the months not touching had built up between them and exploded in a firestorm. Their first kiss in the snow had been so sweet and slow, a preliminary dance of exploration and growing arousal.

This kiss was raw lust and blistering need in a completely uncivilized world. He devoured her mouth whole, his tongue staking his claim, and he lifted her up in one swoop and placed her on the kitchen counter. Swallowing her throaty moans, he pushed open her legs and stood between them, his fingers gently caressing her cheek as his mouth worked its dirty magic.

Drunk on the taste and feel of him, she slipped her hands under his T-shirt and hit silky hard muscles and a nest of dense hair. Digging her fingernails into his flesh, he nipped at her bottom lip and ripped off her jacket, his erection pressing against her in mouth-watering temptation.

Ella lost her mind under his sensual assault. There were no rules between them as they tugged off clothes and worshipped bare skin. He yanked down her bra and sucked on her hard nipples, and she bit her lip to keep from screaming in pleasure. Her skirt was pushed up to her hips, and his fingers hooked under the lace of her panties and dove into her wet heat.

Her legs squeezed around his hips as he pumped his fingers in and out of her pussy, licking her nipple, and then he brushed the tight bud of her clit and she jerked in his arms.

“You feel so damn good,” he muttered in her ear. “Wet and hot and sweet. I should take you to bed, go slow—”

“Right here, right now.” She arched up as he teased her clit, his thumb rubbing in slow circles, driving her further. “Do you have a condom?”

He bit her neck, licked the hurt. Her fingers stumbled on the zipper of his jeans, but it finally opened and she pushed the denim over his hips. His hard, massive length sprung free, and she thanked heavens the man didn’t wear underwear.

“Yes, in my pocket. Oh, God, you’re going to come, aren’t you? Come now. Come for me.”

He pressed against her clit and plunged his fingers deep, curling just right.

She exploded, her hips jerking against him as she buried her mouth against his chest to muffle her scream. He cursed viciously and kept up the movements, wringing out her orgasm to a shattering conclusion.

He twisted his hands in her hair and kissed her fiercely. “Get the condom.” Her voice came out husky, raspy. “I need you.”

She squeezed his erection, working her fingers up and down his shaft until he threw back his head, eyes squeezed tight, his face carved in the lines of pure ecstasy. She drank in his expression, loving the pleasure she gave as her thumb skimmed the dripping tip and she increased the rhythm to a rapid pace, as he grew harder and longer under her touch.

He fumbled in his pocket and withdrew the condom. Ripping it open, she helped him sheathe himself, and then he pushed her back onto the counter and raised himself up, his arms resting on both sides of her body like a conqueror about to enjoy his spoils.