As he crawled back on the bed, he kissed her foot, her shin, her knee, her thigh. She flinched when he kissed the ticklish spot on her hip, and Connor smiled, as though he knew exactly what he was doing.
When he settled between her thighs, he pressed his lips to hers, gently.
Softly.
His pale blue eyes burned with intensity. “Are you ready for this, Emerson? Are you ready for us?”
Unable to verbalize everything swirling inside, she simply nodded.
Connor reached between them and guided himself into her slowly, groaning as he inched forward, his eyes never leaving hers.
The feeling was so intense her head spun. She hadn’t realized how wet she had gotten for him, and she opened her legs wider, allowing him to move more freely.
“Connor,” she moaned as she reached around his back, pulling him against her, arching upward to meet him. The movement allowed Connor to press deeper until he was fully inside her, stretching her, the sweet sensation of being held in place removing any anxieties she felt.
He stopped moving. “Fuck, Emerson. You feel so good,” he gasped.
Emerson ground her clit against him, desperate to chase the orgasm that hovered just out of reach.
“If you keep doing that, you know I’m going to come, right?” he muttered, his face pressed against the side of her neck, the warmth of his breath heating her shoulder. Connor slid his hand beneath her ass, lifting her, opening her.
She felt safe in his grip as he began to move again, the steady back-and-forth increasing in pace.
Pressure began to build deep inside her. The telltale sign that she was riding the right wave.
“Connor, I’m close.”
She grasped for him, wrapped her legs around him as best she could to allow him to sink deeper and deeper, faster and faster. The man had more stamina than anyone she’d ever met. The pace, the delicious friction, the absolute control he had over her body.
“Me too,” he grunted. “Fuck, yeah. Me too.”
The sound of his voice, the lack of control in his words, was the push she needed.
As his thrusts became almost frantic, Emerson exploded around him. “Oh, God,” she cried as she lost all sense of self or rhythm. Every muscle clenched. Warmth flooded her.
“Em,” Connor groaned as he thrust hard into her, his body jerking against her as he came, pulsing, within her.
His movements slowed as Emerson came back down to earth. Connor lay on her, his breathing heavy, their bodies damp and sweating. Neither of them said anything, neither of them moved.
Energy raced through her, but her mind was finally clear, absent of worry.
Connor pressed a kiss to the side of her neck, and she ran her fingers through his hair. When he finally lifted his head to look at her, he looked relaxed, more youthful. “That was incredible,” he said. “You were incredible.”
He rolled to one side and tucked her against him, wrapping his arm around her. For a moment, Emerson considered leaving to get cleaned up. But Connor didn’t seem to care and was quite content to simply lie there with her in his arms.
“Thank you,” she said, kissing his smooth chest.
They fell silent, and Emerson was close to falling asleep when she heard Connor’s stomach rumble. They hadn’t eaten, and there was food sitting on the kitchen island. She looked over at the clock on the bedside table. It was nearly nine. If they were going to eat, they should do it now.
And with the stress out of her system, perhaps she could finally relax and enjoy her food.
“How do you feel about dinner?” she asked, aware his breathing had dropped to an almost frighteningly slow pace.
“Do I have to move to eat it?” he mumbled, and then finally opened his eyes to look at her.
Emerson thought for a moment. “I could always pop it on trays and bring it in here.”
Connor slipped his arm from beneath her and ran a hand across his face before running it through his rumpled hair. “It’s okay. Let’s make a move so I can get cleaned up and perhaps open the wine if you feel like it.”
Emerson sat up and pulled the sheet up to cover herself. Yes, she might have just let the man screw her into oblivion, but she was suddenly aware she was naked.
As Connor climbed out of the bed, he kissed her shoulder. “You’re beautiful,” he said, as if reading her worries.
He disappeared into her bathroom, and Emerson got out of bed, grabbing her robe. It wasn’t flowing and sexy like one she thought Connor might appreciate. It was pale pink and fluffy. Warm and cozy. She put it on and tied it around her waist.
After cleaning up in the washroom off the hallway, she waited for him in the kitchen, busying herself getting plates and cutlery and her corkscrew for the wine.
When Connor joined her in the kitchen, he was wearing his jeans. And only his jeans.
Emerson couldn’t decide if it was the scent of the food he’d brought or the sight of the man without a shirt on that made her mouth water.
He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her softly. “Mmm…those lips,” he murmured.
She couldn’t help the self-satisfied smile.
“Let’s get some food,” he said, letting her go before he opened the bag. “I’m so glad I got cold salads. I didn’t think hot food would last the drive here.”
“Honestly, I could eat a horse.” Emerson opened the takeout boxes to see a delicious salad. Thin glass noodles, strips of medium-rare beef, slivers of peppers and carrots, and the scent of freshly chopped cilantro.
“Wait until you try the dressing. It’s all the good stuff…soy sauce, sesame oil, loads of lime.” Connor tackled the wine. She watched the muscles in his arms flex as he removed the cork. Damn, even the way he sniffed the cork was giving her sensations in places that shouldn’t yet be ready for action.
As he poured the wine into glasses, she tipped the salads onto their plates.
“Cheers,” Connor
