“Please.”
“...with my body...”
And then he was guiding her to the bed, his broad chest meeting hers in one teasing kiss of flesh before he held himself above her. His mouth blazed a trail of heat and need from her neck down to her breast.
“So beautiful, Megan,” he murmured, his lips brushing back and forth over the straining bud of her nipple before circling it with the firm point of his tongue and then licking, slowly, lower.
Over her ribs.
Around the small well of her navel.
Across the slight jut of her hip bone.
And then along the scalloped edge of her panties.
All the while she watched, held rapt by the vision of this gorgeous man indulging in his free rein over her body.
His hands coasted over her hips, knees, calves, touching her reverently as though in truth he meant to cover every inch of skin. Fingers sliding around her ankles and then back up, it wasn’t until he’d reached her knees she realized the strategic shift of his arms from the outside of her legs to the inside, and even as she watched, he was coaxing her knees farther apart, opening her to him as he dropped kisses down the lacy V at the center of her panties, teasing her through the fabric with the warm wash of his breath...the press of his kiss.
“Oh, God, Connor,” she moaned at the firm stroke of his tongue over the silky panel covering her.
Running his lips back and forth across the damp of her panties, he groaned. “I love it when you say my name right.”
She gave in to a breathless laugh at his words, but then lost hold of the thought at the next wet stroke of his tongue.
A needy ache was building low in her belly, a tension without limit.
Fingers moving into the strands of his hair, she tried to urge him upward. “I want—”
Catching her wrists, he guided them back to their previous position above her. Holding her there for a beat that said stay more clearly than the voiced word itself.
Connor’s fingers curled around her panties to peel them from her hips and slip them off her legs. His eyes, dark with hunger and glinting with determination, were mesmerizing as they met hers.
“I’m going to kiss you like this, sweetheart...the way I’ve wanted to from the start. Long and slow and deep...” he said, the sensual threat of his wicked half smile doing things even his touch hadn’t accomplished.
Then, with a look so devilish she shivered, he added, “And French.”
“Connor!” she gasped at the first wet velvet rub of his tongue. But the only reply was another hot lick. Her hands flew to his hair, his shoulders, the bed beside her hips, grasping and desperate beneath the most exquisite openmouthed kiss she’d ever experienced.
It was thorough. Spectacular. Her body was on fire around the slow thrusts, the curling licks and languorous strokes of his tongue. Then he was touching her at the same time. Circling his thumb at her opening and then slowly, firmly pressing inside as his kiss concentrated on the throbbing center of her need.
“Oh, God!” she cried out at the feel of him both inside her body and out.
It had been so long since she’d had a man’s attention this way, but never had it been like this.
Need coiled low in her belly, each deliberate thrust of Connor’s thumb intensifying the sensation until her hips were rising to meet him. Her pleasure cresting.
Her breath broke into ragged pants.
She was almost there. Sinking her teeth into the swell of her bottom lip to keep from screaming, Megan gripped the bedspread beneath her.
“Let go, Megan. I want to hear you.” Another deliberate lick through the center of her, this one spiraling around that point of need so primed she didn’t know if she could bear the exquisite pleasure the contact brought her.
Cries of need and desperation ripped past her lips, echoed around the walls of the room and rained down over them. Letting go with Connor like this was too good, too intense. So much more than she’d known was possible.
The pressure building within her touched every cell in her body, rubbed against the confines of her form and pushed steadily at the places she never expected it to reach. Places she thought far deeper, more tender and too forbidden for any man to find. Places she hadn’t even known existed herself.