“Oh, sweetheart.” He kissed her ear, her neck, her lips. Hard and driving, his lips pinned her against the wall, his tongue dueling with hers. His hands fisted around her skirt, pulled it up around her waist, his fingers grazing over her upper thighs.
She pushed his jeans down past his hips, stuffed her hands down his boxers, and squeezed his firm butt, her nails digging into his flesh, pushing him into her, trying to bring them even closer together.
“Now,” she gasped, her voice sounding low and odd to her ears. “Right now.”
Connor wanted to take Julia to her bed and make love to her properly, but more than that, he wanted to be inside her. Now. Her seductive order was all the permission he needed.
He pulled her thong aside, bent his knees, and guided his hard dick into her. She gasped as he entered and he paused, his entire body quivering as he tried to maintain control.
Julia kneaded his ass and pushed, forcing him fully inside. She gasped, her breath coming hot and fast against his neck. Her athletic body writhed between him and the wall. As he eased back, she pushed him back into her.
“Oh, like that,” she said. “Just like that.”
Her demands turned him on; he’d do anything to give her pleasure. The wall was unyielding; every time he withdrew a fraction, she pulled him back. They developed a perfect rhythm that didn’t last long. Her breaths took on a higher pitch as he moved faster within her. Sweat glistened on her perfect skin, mingling with his, the scent of sex and desire caressing his mouth and nose.
He dared to look at her, her eyes closed, her mouth open, cheeks flushed. She gave herself completely over to him, no inhibitions. He kissed her hard as he thrust into her one final time. She clutched him, her body shaking with her own release.
“Take me to bed,” she whispered.
He picked her up. She wasn’t expecting it and grabbed on to him, a shocked smile crossing her face.
He’d never laid his eyes on a more beautiful, sexy woman. Her hair had fallen completely out of whatever tie she had it in. Her skin moist, flushed, glistening. Those eyes-their dark green appeared black in the dim lighting. And he’d never get enough of that fine mouth. He paused while walking up the stairs just to kiss her again.
Julia almost melted from the sweetness of Connor’s spontaneous kiss.
She’d never done anything like that before-sex up against the wall. But she hadn’t wanted to wait. A primal desire, a
Now they could go slowly and fully explore.
He laid her on her bed, looking at her with a mixture of awe, desire, and love. Love? No, she was mis-reading that. Maybe she was projecting her feelings into his expression. She’d loved Connor Kincaid from the minute they’d been thrust together during the Crutcher investigation five years ago. The way he’d kissed her then. The way he touched her now. She hoped, over time, that they could fix their problems and create something special. But Julia wouldn’t rush it, didn’t even know if she dared dream it. For now, they had tonight.
She was still dressed, but Connor had lost his jeans before coming up the stairs. She started to unbutton her blouse but he pushed her hands aside.
“Allow me.”
He bent down. With his teeth he unfastened the top button of her shirt. His tongue circled the tender spot between her breasts. She swallowed, her mouth dry.
He moved to the next button. Bit it. Pulled it from its hole. Used his tongue to push the fabric apart, his mouth feathering kisses along the edge of her lacy white bra. She breathed deeply, let out a sigh.
His teeth unfastened the third button. She arched her back, wanting to pull the shirt over her head and dispense with the teasing. At the same time, she wished she had a dozen buttons so she could enjoy his exquisite ministrations. She reached for him, grabbing his hair in her hands, rubbing his shoulders. She wanted to touch him everywhere all at once.
He ran his tongue under her bra, just missing her hard nipples. She squirmed, wanting to feel his mouth on her breasts, his hands on her hips, his penis deep inside her again.
Pulling back, he bit open the fourth button.
Connor was enjoying the slow torture. Julia’s face glowed, her body responded, her hands never stopped moving. He kissed her stomach, circling slow, wet kisses down, down to her navel where he darted his tongue in and out to mimic lovemaking. She moaned, her hips moved off the bed, and he ran his hands under her shirt, undid the front clasp of her bra, and watched her breasts pop free.
The fifth button took a little too much time, his own breathing becoming labored as teasing Julia also gave him intense pleasure. He was too rough and the button popped off into his mouth. He moved up her body, kissed her, shoved the button in her mouth with his tongue. “Sorry,” he whispered.
She spat out the button and laughed. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled Connor into a hot, wet embrace.
He pushed the blouse and bra off Julia’s shoulders, his hands finding her full breasts, his thumbs circling her nipples in time with the kiss she lavished on him. The playful moment soon transformed into a passionate need, the need to be naked, the need to be as close as possible.
Connor broke off the kiss and sat up, straddling her. He pulled off his T-shirt and Julia stared at his dark, hard, muscled chest. She reached up and touched the short, curly hair in its center, her thumbs rubbing his nipples with the same strokes he’d given her only moments before. His body tensed and he closed his eyes as her hands massaged his chest.
“Take off my skirt,” she said, the material bunched up around her middle. He turned the material, found the zipper, and slid it down. The sound was nearly as erotic as what was to come. He pushed the skirt over her hips, taking her panties with it, and then his mouth was on her toes. Kissing, sucking, teasing. Slowly, too slowly, he kissed her ankle. Calf. Under her knee. His tongue trailed along her thigh, higher, higher, small circling motions giving her a taste of what was to come.
His hands kneaded her muscles, not leaving one inch of skin untouched, unloved. Between his mouth and his hands, Julia thought she was going to die of the most painful pleasure known to woman.
He blew kisses into her moist center and she gasped, arching her back, physically begging him to taste her, to give her the pleasure she was on the verge of spilling.
But he barely skimmed his lips across her sensitive path, instead planting his mouth on her navel.
He moved constantly, touching, kissing, licking. She writhed beneath him, hands in his hair, his chest, his beautiful hard muscles. Being in bed with Connor was better than she’d dreamed, the reality superior to the anticipation.
Tonight they could forget the past, the lines they’d drawn in the sand five years ago. This night they could enjoy what they both had wanted for so long, what they’d waited for, what they needed.
For now, now, she had him, and she was going to show him how well they fit together.
Connor was ready to enter Julia for the second time that night, his body tight and hot, Julia moving beneath him. He kissed her, and she pushed him away.
For a split second he thought he’d done something wrong. But there was a half smile on her face, and she rolled over so she was on top.
In a sudden move, she slid onto his dick, fully sheathing him. He froze, fearful one move might set him off. She sat on him, her heavy breasts rising and falling with her own restrained passion.
She made love to him.
Her arms came down, one on either side of him. She controlled the pace-slow, steady, easy. Her lips were swollen from their earlier kisses, red and lush. He leaned up to taste them.
The light touch of lips on lips made Connor’s heart flip. He grabbed her hands, held them tight on either side of his head. Julia’s eyes stared into his, open, dark, full of lust and love, need and want. Their faces were mere inches apart; her eyes never left his. He swallowed, feeling a connection he’d never felt with another woman. With each easy, languid movement, Julia was drawing him in. Deeper, deeper, until he was falling into her eyes, lost, his orgasm building as his heart swelled. The quiet, unhurried lovemaking brought him to a level of sensuality he had never experienced.
