Page 64 of Tactical Lies

Now those fingers teased her through her panties, brushing featherlight touches along her center. She rocked her hips, trying to make him shove the thin material aside and push inside her, stroking deep, filling her up.

A moan tumbled from her lips, half pleading for more, half already reaching toward an orgasm.

Connor smiled against her lips, pulling back just enough to whisper, “Greedy tonight are we, moonlight?”

“Greedy,” she agreed as his fingers finally slipped past the cotton of her panties, circling her entrance.

“Mmm, I love knowing how badly you want me,” Connor whispered before his lips were on hers again.

While his mouth ravaged hers, his fingers brushed over her bud, then they were where she wanted them. She was already wet, and Connor slipped the first finger in with ease. It had been a long time since she was touched and there was a slight pinch as her body stretched to accommodate his finger, but it passed so quickly it was nothing more than a blip.

Another finger joined it, then a third, stretching her to perfection and getting her ready to take Connor’s long, thick length later.

Now, though, she was content to rock on his fingers, enjoying the way they felt stroking deep, catching that special spot inside her with every thrust. Connor’s large hand was easily able to reach her bundle of nerves at the same time and his thumb set up a steady pace, pressing with just the right amount of pressure as he circled it while relentlessly pumping his fingers in and out of her, working her higher, building the pleasure inside her.

When it grew too big to contain any longer it exploded.

Her scream was captured by his mouth as he refused to give up, working her through the orgasm, dragging it out, making it last forever until it consumed her body, mind, and soul.

By the time she floated back down to earth, he was already standing, carrying her back inside the cabin.

“Need a bed for this, baby,” he whispered in her ear. His lips nibbled at the skin on her neck, and she tilted her head to the side to give him better access.

“My room,” she said before he drew another moan from her as his tongue found the sensitive spot behind her ear. “I want you to do something for me tonight.”

“Anything, moonlight. There isn’t a single thing I wouldn't do for you,” he assured her as he headed up the stairs.

She hoped that was true.

Because what she needed tonight wasn't something she’d ever asked of him before. Maybe wasn't even something she’d want to do again. But tonight, she needed it. Needed it to be able to take that final step in moving on from her past. Something she’d only realized in spending time with Connor that she hadn't completely done.

“What do you want, baby?” he asked as he set her on her feet and made quick work of stripping her out of her sweater, T-shirt, shorts, and sneakers. Leaving her naked and vulnerable before him.

Only she didn't feel vulnerable.

Not with Connor.

Connor would never hurt her.

As he stripped off his clothes she went to the nightstand where she’d left it earlier, when she’d devised this plan, knowing it was what she needed.

“Ribbons?” he asked, clearly confused when she held them out to him.

“To tie me up,” she explained.

“No way in hell am I tying you up,” Connor growled, tossing the ribbons onto the floor like they’d physically hurt him.

Stepping closer, she nestled her head against his chest, willing him to understand. “You always let me be in control, and I needed that, I know I did. But now, tonight, I need to know that I can let you take control.”

“I'd never hurt you, Becca. I'd rather cut it off than cause you any pain.”

Laughing softly, she circled his “it” and stroked it gently. “I know that. It’s why I can do this with you. Only you. Teach me that it’s okay not to be in control, Connor. Help me learn that again because it’s exhausting trying to be in control of everything all the time. I don’t want to do it anymore.”

Hooking a finger under her chin, he nudged until she looked at him. “You sure?” he asked, searching her eyes.

“Positive.”

“I won't tie you tight enough to hurt, not even tight enough to really hold you in place, just to give you the illusion that you're surrendering to me,” he told her, and she knew there was no point in arguing, he’d made up his mind. It didn't matter, that was all she needed, it wasn't about pain, or even being tied up, it was just about allowing her mind to let go of its need to control because it knew she was safe.

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