me.'
'Sweetheart.' His lips pressed to her forehead and some of the pain eased. 'It kills me to see you crying.'
'Do that again,' she begged. 'Kiss me again.'
His mouth touched her skin, this time against her closed eyes and lashes, kissing away the tears. The throbbing in her head lessened.
Tilting her neck back, Stacey captured his lips with her own. The instant she tasted him, her blood heated and began to flow, her heart rate picked up. Miraculously, the debilitating pressure eased.
'Stace,' he mumbled into her mouth as she grew more fervent. 'What are you doing?'
'I want you.'
She felt the surprise move through him, then the desire he couldn't control.
'You're nuts,' he said, but his hands were on her hips, his fingers sliding beneath her cotton shirt to touch the skin of her back. His touch was soothing, calming.
The more he touched her, the less her head hurt.
'Make love to me,' she pleaded.
'Justin…?'
'The laundry room has a door.'
'You shouldn't-'
'Now, Connor!'
'Aw, fuck.' He picked her up and carried her to the back of the house. Stepping into the laundry room, he kicked aside the basket that held the door open and pushed the portal closed. He sat her down atop the old desk she used as a folding table and stared at her with a bemused smile and hot gaze. 'Now what?'
In the back of her mind a sharp squealing noise resembled tires burning rubber. 'Don't stop touching me.'
Setting his hands on either side of her hips, Connor caged her to the desk and nuzzled his lips against her neck. 'Tell me what you need, sweetheart.'
She reached for him, embraced him. Beneath her palms she felt hot, silken skin stretched over rippling, flexing muscle and she melted inside. She moaned when his teeth nipped her earlobe. 'I need you.'
'You've got me.' He pressed her back onto the desk and his hand slipped between her legs. Even through the thick camouflage, his fingertips had no trouble giving her what she wanted. 'I'm not going anywhere. We'll make this work.'
'Yes… oh that feels good…'
'Hmmm,' he agreed, deftly freeing the button at her waistband before pulling the zipper down. The whole time his lips, tongue, and teeth were doing something wonderful to the tender skin of her throat and his other hand cushioned the back of her head so that his big, hard body was literally wrapped around hers. The noises in her head fell silent. Or else they were drowned out by the rushing of blood in her ears.
'Connor.' Her nostrils filled with his scent. There was no other scent in the world like his-spicy and exotic. Foreign. She loved it. Her very own man of her dreams.
He was right; time didn't matter. What mattered was the way she felt when they were together. He had been a rock of stability when she needed him and she knew he always would be. That was just his way.
She gasped as his hand slipped beneath the waistband of her panties.
'How does your head feel?' His voice was dark as sin, his accent thick and dripping with lust.
'I-I…'
'Does your head still hurt?' Connor kissed her with fervent passion, his tongue gliding along hers expertly, taking her mind off everything but him. A rough, edgy growl rumbled in his chest as she grew wet against his fingertips.
'Oh god.' Stacey moaned, her eyes clenching shut as he slid a finger inside her. 'Fuck me, please! Hurry.'
He hushed her frantic cries with his mouth and gently cradled her descent as he laid her flat atop the desk. He tugged her pants down to her knees, lifted her joined legs into air, and set them against his shoulder. When she felt the warm, silky smooth head of his cock, Stacey writhed with hunger, needing him inside her.
'Shh… Here you go, sweetheart,' he purred.
Her hands wrapped around the curved edges of the desktop as his thick cock pushed into her. She cried out, arching in pleasure. She was tight in this position, forcing him to work his way into her with short, fierce digs.
Mewling with pleasure, she struggled to take all that he had. 'You're too big like this,' she gasped.
'You'll take me.' He rolled his hips and slid deeper. Advancing. Retreating. Claiming her body inch by tortuously good inch.
Her nails dug crescents into the wood as he stroked deeper, massaging the broad head of his cock across that greedy spot inside her that could never get enough of him.
'Stacey,' he breathed roughly, pumping his hips. 'Your pussy is so damn tight like this. Like a hot, wet fist. So fucking good. I think I might come before I get all the way inside you.'
'Don't you dare!' She cupped her aching breasts and squeezed. 'You started this. You better finish.'
'Oh, I'll finish.' His gorgeous face was flushed, his eyes dark, his forehead misted with sweat. 'Fuck… yeah… I'm going to finish. Deep inside you.'
He was working her into a frenzy, thrusting harder and faster. The waistband of his sweats, lowered just to his hips, rubbed against her thighs. The sight was intensely erotic, as was her position, bound and positioned for his pleasure. His hips swiveled and thrust, in and out. Her cunt rippled along his cock, on the verge of orgasm.
Stacey's back arched, her entire body tense and expectant. This was what she needed, what she wanted. To be connected to him, wanted by him. 'Yes…'
Connor stroked deeper, his heavy testicles slapping rhythmically against the curve of her ass, making her pussy clench tight around him. She watched him with heavy-lidded eyes, taking in his passion-flushed features and the lock of golden hair that fell over his brow. His biceps and pectorals were defined by the effortless hold he had on her. His abdomen flexed as he fucked her, the golden skin glistening with sweat.
'You're mine,' he gritted out. 'I'm keeping you.'
His possessiveness thrilled her, pushing her that last little bit she needed to climax. Stacey bit her lip to keep from crying out as the orgasm tightened her entire body.
Connor grunted and fucked through her spasms, increasing his pace until she thought she would scream with the pleasure. It was only the nearby door and their need for privacy that forced her to silence.
She felt him swell, grow impossibly harder, and then he groaned, '
His hips jack hammered against hers, rocking the old desk, his fingers digging into the flesh of her thighs. His cock jerked, then spurted, filling her in a thick rush of heat. He continued to take her, stroking through her clenching pussy, emptying his lust and love at the deepest point of her.
'Fuck,' he gasped when it was over, resting his cheek against her calf. 'You'll kill me.'
'My head doesn't hurt anymore,' she said in breathless wonder.
'I can't even feel my head,' Connor replied. 'I think you blew it off.'
She laughed with pure feminine triumph.
Stepping back, Connor withdrew from her body. He dried his cock with a nearby towel and tugged up his sweats, then he took care of cleaning and dressing her.
'Come here, baby.' Connor's voice was filled with tenderness as he collected her in his arms.
Stacey held on tight. 'I think I'm falling love with you.' she admitted shyly. 'I hope that doesn't freak you out. I have a tendency to jump into things and with you-'
His lips pressed against hers, halting the spill of words. 'Go ahead and jump,' he urged hoarsely. 'I'll jump with you.'
Chapter 16
Philip Wager stared at the data on the screen with wide eyes, his heart thumping in a desperate, frantic tempo. His fingers clung to the edge of the console with white-knuckled force and he forced himself to release his grip. He pushed the chair back and rose to his feet.
