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“Batman-esque?” He lets out a rich,deep laugh.

“Like a bat cave suitable for a stalker.” I turn to face him with a teasing smile. “My stalker. You know?”

“Blue.” He takes my hand, bringing me against the solid wall of his body.

“Connor.”

“You drive me crazy, you know that?” He brushes his lips over mine before closing the gap.

His kiss deepens, tongue teasing my mouth open. I surrender to him, nerves melting away. His hand cradles my cheek, thumb brushing lightly across my skin. I’m hyper-aware of every point of connection—the heat of his hand, the firmness of his grasp, the way my pulse quickens beneath his touch.

His voice is a soft undercurrent, barely above the hum of silence that fills his apartment. “Want to see the most important room?”

I tilt my head. “Let me guess. The panic room where you plot your grand schemes?”

“Something like that.” Connor lifts me, wrapping my legs around his waist.

I cling to him as he carries me down the hall, kicking open the bedroom door. He deposits me onto the bed, and I bounce slightly, the softness of the mattress cradling my back. Without wasting a moment, he crawls over me, pinning my wrists above my head as he claims my mouth.

And as he kisses me this time, I feel the difference. There are no more walls between us, no more secrets left unsaid. Just two hearts and souls bared open to one another.

I’m breathless by the time he releases my mouth to trail kisses along my jaw and down my neck. Anticipation coils low in my belly, my body awakening under his nerve-racking touch.

This man, this stranger who had watched me from afar for so long, finally opened up to me.

“You’re fucking everything to me, Blue,” he rasps against my skin. “So fucking much. I want to kiss you so hard, to claim you as mine in every way possible. I want to fuck you until you scream my name, until you forget about every other man who’s ever touched you.”

A thrill shoots through me at his possessive words.

I tilt my head to give him better access. “I am yours. I’ll always be yours.”

Connor groans, the sound vibrating through me. His hands skim down my sides, finding the hem of my sweater. In one smooth move, he sweeps it over my head, tossing it aside.

“Mine to touch, mine to taste, mine to claim as I please.” He shifts to kneel between my thighs, gazing down at me with hungry eyes.

“Always,” I say.

He captures my mouth again as his hands slide under my back, unhooking my bra and tossing to my sweater on the ground. His thumbs brush over my stiffened peaks, and a jolt of pleasure shoots down my spine. I arch into him, craving more of his electrifying touch.

“Connor.” I guide his mouth back to mine and kiss him hungrily, nibbling his lower lip.

He growls, hands gripping my hips tightly and his hardness pressing into my thigh. I rub myself against it, making us both groan from the friction.

He flips me onto my stomach, and I glance back as he unzips my skirt and drags it down my legs along with my panties.

Slowly, he runs his hands from my ankles up to my ass, squeezing. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

I moan as he massages my ass cheeks, thumbs just barely dipping between them as arousal already coats my inner thighs.

I clench involuntarily as he parts my folds and licks me slowly, teasing, tasting, and devouring me. His fingers find their way inside me, filling me up, stretching me just right.

“Please, Connor.” I need more. Just more of him, all of him.

He leans over me, breath hot in my ear. “Tell me what you want, Blue.”

My mind goes blank at the question. I want everything all at once.

“You.” I gasp. “I want—need you.”

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