darken with desire and her breath caught.
‘Bridget.’
‘Hmm?’ She didn’t want to move, not even to speak.
‘I want to make love to you.’ He stroked his thumb across her cheek. ‘Now.’
She couldn’t even draw breath to answer, she just nodded.
‘Kiss me.’
It was a command she gladly obeyed.
Connor fought to control the urge to flip her over and fuck her wildly. He wanted her to lead this first time between them. No matter how much he wanted to make this rough and dirty, he needed her to trust him before they could go there.
Connor had spent a long time thinking about what she’d told him last night, and she was wrong. He was determined to show her that it was about consent. That when both people consented, there was nothing wrong with anything she’d experienced. It was time to replace her memories of the rape with better ones.
Those better memories were starting right now. Hell, for him too. Her lips were warm and soft and feather- light. Too light; he wanted more.
‘Harder, gorgeous.’
She smiled and deepened the kiss, stroking her tongue into his mouth. He welcomed her invasion and let her explore at her whim. Her hands were rubbing his chest and he desperately wanted her to reach for his cock, but he would let her set the pace.
He couldn’t resist burrowing his hands in her curls. They were silken fire draped around his hands. She was growing more urgent, her kiss stronger and deeper. His body was tight everywhere; he wanted his hands on her, his mouth on her, his cock in her.
It was hell trying to hold back.
She broke the kiss. Panting, she looked at him but made no move to go further.
‘What is it?’ he asked.
‘I feel silly.’ She flushed.
‘Why?’ He stroked her lips with his finger. He wanted them wrapped around his cock.
‘Because I’ve never done this. Doug always took charge and then, after I was raped, I always just laid back and let the man take the lead.’
He wasn’t at all surprised by her words, but that was about to change.
‘That doesn’t surprise me, Bridg, but it’s time you learned. So, you’re in charge. Do whatever you want or tell me what you want me to do.’
She felt like an idiot. She was almost 40, for heaven’s sake, and she’d never been the aggressor in sex. She was intimidated, but she wanted this, wanted him.
Rising up, she sat cross-legged facing him and considered the issue. Not the sexiest thing in the world, but she needed a moment despite the fact that her fingers itched to touch him.
Well, if she was going to be in charge, she might as well follow her instincts.
Reaching out, she stroked the skin of his belly and smiled as his muscles flexed and danced under her touch. His body was gorgeous. Nicely fit and muscled in all the right places. A trail of coarse hair led the way to his groin, disappearing under the waistband of the boxers that were barely containing what promised to be a lovely erection.
The thought of where that erection was going to end up had her womb clenching in anticipation. She’d forgotten what it was like to truly want a man. To need him as much as you needed to breathe. Trent had robbed her of more than she realised.
She traced Connor’s pecs before running a finger over the flat disc of his nipple. On impulse, she squeezed it, and was rewarded with a low groan. She wanted more of those sounds from him.
Leaning over, she kissed his nipple before licking it lightly and Connor moaned again. It spurred her on to kiss and suck, lick and gently bite his nipples. She absorbed the sounds of his groans and revelled in his harsh breathing. He was definitely enjoying this.
The sounds of his pleasure were doing crazy things to her body. She was wet and her nipples were hard. She felt achy, hollow and needy, but she wasn’t ready to end this. She wanted more from Connor first.
She trailed light kisses down his body, nuzzling his belly button and his hips.
Sitting up, she demanded, ‘Take off your boxers.’
He wasted no time. He stripped off his shorts and tossed them aside. Lean and long, his body was delicious to look at. His penis was full and thick and weeping.
She felt a heady sense of power at her ability to arouse him this way. Putting all doubts from her mind, she decided to go where instinct took her. Reaching out, she stroked his cock. Closing her eyes, she let herself take in the sensation of silky skin and heat under her palm. His cock jerked as if in admonition and she gripped him lightly.
She stroked him just as lightly and his cock jumped. She wasn’t sure what to do here; she could barely remember what Doug had liked her to do and she hadn’t actually touched a man since then.
‘Harder,’ Connor moaned and flexed his hips, pushing into her hand.
A bit embarrassed but unwilling to end this, she demanded, ‘Show me.’
He engulfed her hand in his and tightened their grip while drawing her hand up his shaft, only to squeeze the head and repeat the motion. Once she had the hang of it, he let go.
She stroked his cock, absorbing the feel of him under her skin and the sight of him as she pleased him. His hips rolled and flexed as he fucked into her hand. His eyes were closed and he was panting slightly, groaning every time she squeezed him.
A bead of moisture welled up on the tip and on impulse she leaned over and licked it off. The salty tang exploded across her tongue even as he gripped the sheets and arched.
‘Do you want me to come like this, baby?’ He growled out the words.
Smoky, grey eyes met hers and she tingled at the lust and heat she saw there. None of her previous lovers had looked at her like that. But then, she couldn’t remember actually touching any of them like this either.
In that moment, she knew she’d been very selfish since the rape. However understandable it may have been, she hadn’t thought about their pleasure at all.
‘Stay with me, Bridget.’ Connor’s rough command snapped out of her thoughts.
‘No, I don’t want you to come like this,’ she said, though she couldn’t resist another taste.
She licked wetly along the head of his cock and was rewarded with more groans and cursing from Connor. Moving her hand, she slowly took him into her mouth and began to gently suckle.
He felt like silky steel along her tongue and he smelled of salt and man. She felt connected to him in a way she hadn’t felt with any other man. A seed of fear burrowed into her mind. How could she be sure?
Even as doubt threatened to overwhelm her, Connor burrowed his fingers in her hair and muttered, ‘Fuck, Bridg. That feels so good.’
He joined her rhythm; began to thrust shallowly into her mouth. She maintained a light, coaxing pressure along his length, rubbing her tongue along him and squeezing the head with her lips.
‘Bridg.’ He gripped her head lightly. ‘Stop, baby. Stop. I’m going to come if you keep that up.’
She briefly debated taking him over the edge. There was power in the knowledge that she could make a man lose himself. To swallow down his essence and take him into her body that way. But she wanted more, she wanted him inside her. She wanted to feel him between her legs and his hands on her body.
With a long, tight draw, she pulled off him and gloried in his harsh groan. She was definitely liking this. There was no need to think deeper than that.
‘Condom?’ she asked as she rolled off the bed.
‘Side drawer.’ He nodded toward the night table closest to him.
She grabbed a condom from the drawer and tossed it on the bed. For the briefest moment, she hesitated. Emotions flickered across her face that he didn’t like. Just as he was about to speak, her face cleared and she quickly removed her pyjamas.
His body clenched in response to the sight she presented. Her breasts were full and swollen with desire. A light flush painted her pale skin and her underwear – hell, did this woman believe in lingerie? They were white
