Connor wrapped his arms around her waist to steady her at the same time her fingers scarfed around his neck. She swallowed, her gaze moving to his mouth. Oh, God, he needed her, his body craved her with an intensity that he had no control over. Sure, it was because they were both guardians, drawn to each other on a deeper level, but it was more than that. It was the way she trusted him, and showed such concern for his well-being; it was her strength of character and the way she so readily accepted her fate, and all the responsibility that went with it.
A shiver moved through her body and he pulled her in tighter. He ran his hands up and down her arms, and asked, “What is it?”
“I can still feel him. It’s faint, but it’s still there.”
“That means he’s tracking you.”
“What can we do?”
His eyes locked on her lips and he knew he had so much more to tell her, so much more he had to learn about her, but that would have to wait. “We need to break his spell.”
“How?” Frantic eyes searched his for answers. “How is it possible to break the spell he has over me?”
“By falling under mine instead.”
Chapter Four
The second Connor’s lips crashed down on hers, desire moved through her, nearly weakened her knees. His tongue slipped between her lips and thrashed against the side of her mouth, hungry, demanding, needy.
“Connor…please,” she murmured, pressing herself against him, letting him know in no uncertain terms just how much she ached to feel him inside her.
He ran urgent hands down her back, and slipped them under her sweatshirt. As he feathered his thumb over the small of her back, coming perilously close to the crest of her buttocks, she grew slick between her thighs, her senses exploding like a supernova.
She thrust her pelvis forward, urging him on. Connor broke the kiss and slowly sank to his knees, pressing his mouth to her body on his downward path. Shaky hands tugged on her hoodie, lifting it until he exposed her midriff. “Your skin is so soft,” he murmured as he brushed his lips over her belly button, his tongue tasting her quivering flesh and drawing slow, sinuous circling with each luxurious pass. “And you taste so fucking good.” The warmth of his breath felt like fire on her skin and brought on a shudder.
Her breast began to tingle—or rather ache—eager for his undivided attention. As though completely in tune with her needs, he inched back and whispered, “Undress for me, Nicole. Let me see you.”
With her body pulsing hot, Nicole gripped the hoodie and pulled it over her head. She shook out her hair, enjoying the feel of the silky strands brushing over her bare shoulders. Connor’s hungry eyes locked onto her breasts and he let out a low moan of sheer appreciation. He relaxed back onto his heels. “Keep going,” he demanded in a soft voice.
Nicole quivered under his appreciative glance, then shimmied out of the oversize sweatpants until she stood before him, completely naked, completely needy. As she trembled from head to toe, she reached out for him. “Connor…”
He took a long moment to gaze at her nakedness then he glanced up at her, his eyes full of urgent need. “Yeah, baby?” The tenderness in his tone whispered over her body like a lover’s caress. Pressure brewed inside her and intense need left her breathless
“I need you.” She could hear the impatience in her voice, amazed at the way her body beckoned his.
As her aroused scent saturated the cabin, Connor climbed to his feet and gathered her into his arms. His low growl of longing reverberated off the walls and seeped under her skin. “I know, baby. Trust me, I know.”
Three quick strides carried them into the bedroom where he deposited her onto the cushiony mattress. “Open your legs for me, sweetheart. Show me your pretty pussy.”
Nicole’s pulse leaped. God, no man had ever made such a sinfully wicked demand before. How erotic. It made her felt sexy, wild, adventurous and completely and utterly admired, adored even, that he wanted to spend so much time just looking at her.
Slick with need, she widened her legs and exposed her damp cunt to him. Connor wet his lips and inhaled, pulling her tangy scent into his lungs. “Are you wet like that because of me?” His eyes locked on hers, and the connection she felt with him was most powerful, and all consuming.
Barely able to find her voice, she nodded and gripped the bedding.
Smoldering eyes perused her body and he squeezed his hands, stretching the makeshift bandage. “Touch yourself for me.”
She could feel her flesh suffuse with color as he drove her passion to never-before-known heights. Never had she masturbated for a man, never had she wanted to, until now. But she knew her body was strung so tight that if she touched herself, even just one little stroke, she was going to climax.
“I’m so aroused it will make me come,” she confessed.
Connor’s eyes softened, his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. He leaned forward and lightly brushed the tip of his finger over her trembling nipples. “But I haven’t even touched you yet.”
“You don’t need to,” she murmured and diligently fought for some semblance of control. Goodness, she was about to erupt just from the way he was looking at her. Her eyes traveled to his crotch, where she caught his erection. She wet her lips and blatantly stared.
“Would you like to see my cock?” he asked, and she shivered at the promise in his gaze.
“Yes,” she managed to choke out. “I want to see all of you.”
That seemed to please him. He made short work of his clothes, tossing them onto the floor forgotten. Lacking modestly, he stood over her and lightly stroked his gorgeous, rock-hard cock as his gaze drifted to the hungry fissure between her legs. Her fingers itched for a touch; her mouth salivated for a taste.
As he
