Page 97 of Tactical Lies

Warmth blossomed in her chest, unfurling throughout her and sending tendrils of pleasure to every inch of her body.

She really could get used to starting her days like this, and she could.

This reality wasn't just within her grasp, it was right here, right now. With the danger surrounding the Charleston Holloway family, and the fact that she didn't even have a place to stay since she lived in Cambodia, she’d already agreed to move in with Connor. She wouldn’t risk taking that danger home to her family, and besides, she wanted to be with Connor.

They’d wasted enough time, no more.

No more.

With a growl, Connor suddenly reached under her arms and dragged her up his body, flipping them over in one smooth move so she was laid out beneath him, a hungry glint in his blue eyes.

“I’m not coming before my girl,” he told her, crushing his mouth to hers in a steamy kiss.

“Connor,” she whined, missing the taste of him already. “I wanted?—”

“And you will. After. But first I'm going to make you come over and over again until you can't think, can barely breathe, then I'm going to come inside you, filling you up because even though you can't get pregnant at the moment, I can't wait until our baby is growing inside you.”

“Connor,” she whined again, breathily this time, her body squirming with the need to be filled, because the thought of carrying Connor’s baby was everything she’d always wanted as a child and everything she’d lost when their son hadn't survived. She’d had a great family growing up, and before his parents’ deaths, Connor had, too. It had always been her dream to start a family of their own and make it every bit as amazing. Just because they’d lost their first child didn't mean they still couldn’t have that family, and when they did, she’d make sure they never forgot their tiny baby boy.

Part of her future was uncertain. She didn't know if she was going to go back to Cambodia or somewhere else or take a more managerial position and stay with Connor, but it didn't matter, they’d work it out.

“Shh, baby, I got you.” Connor pressed another kiss to her lips and then he was trailing kisses down her body. He paused in his descent to lick and nip lightly at the pulse point on her neck, making it pound wildly as need coursed through her.

Next stop was her breasts. Featherlight kisses brushed against first one nipple and then the other. His mouth closed around one, sucking hard then pulling back and breathing out a puff of warm air causing her nipple to pebble. He repeated that with her other breast and then he was moving down her body again.

When he nudged her legs, she readily opened wide to him, loving the sight of his large body and dark head settled between her thighs.

His lips pressed the softest of kiss to her center, and light as it was it sent little shards of lighting zinging through her body, tiny bolts of pleasure, just a prelude of what was to come and already she was squirming with need.

Large hands grabbed her hips, holding her in place as Connor devoured her. His lips and tongue seemed to be everywhere at once, delving inside her, suckling on her greedy little bud that soaked up every drop of attention it was given.

Pleasure built steadily inside her, growing rapidly until it suddenly cascaded over her as she cried out Connor’s name. There was no time to process it, no time to float back down because Connor wasn't letting up. He kept going as though she hadn't come, licking, sucking, flicking his tongue against her bundle of nerves, dragging a second orgasm out of her.

Then a third.

And a fourth.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, her fingers curled in his short hair, she was begging and pleading, only Becca wasn't quite sure if she was asking for more or asking him to stop because she was sure she couldn’t possibly come again.

Only she did.

After wringing a fifth mind-blowing orgasm out of her, Connor shifted back up her body. His grin was both smug and tender, and he looked so satisfied with his efforts that she couldn’t help but give a shaky laugh.

“You outdid yourself this morning,” she said, tracing her fingertips along his stubbled jaw.

“Just going to get better from here on out, moonlight,” he told her as he lined up and sank inside her in one smooth thrust.

She moaned as he filled her so perfectly and lifted her legs to hook her foot around his hips, drawing him deeper. If it was possible, Becca would be perfectly content to spend the rest of her life like this with Connor buried inside her, their bodies joined in the most intimate of ways.

Each thrust was slow and sensual, building something powerful inside her. It started low in her belly, tingling and sending fire along her already overstimulated nerves. While he thrusted in and out of her, Connor kissed her, every bit as slow and sensual as he moved his hips.

That feeling continued to build, and when Connor reached between them, touching her where their bodies were joined a sixth powerful orgasm rushed through her. It hit every part of her body, consuming her in a fiery ball of pleasure.

Aftershocks were still rippling through her when she met Connor’s gaze, the love that shone from his eyes took her breath away. How had she ever believed, even for a moment, that this man didn't love her?

There was no way to get back the lost years, so there was no point in worrying over the fact that they should already be married with kids. Those years were gone, but there were still so many years stretched out before them.

Years where together they could make every one of their dreams come true.

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