Page 5 of Where We Bloom

Connor

I jolt up from a dead sleep and pull air into my lungs, taking in my surroundings.

Waking up in a strange place is nothing new to me. It’s part of my job.

I’m in Montana. I was supposed to leave yesterday, but my plane had a problem, and we had to postpone until today.

And then I met the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my bleedin’ life.

I glance down and frown when I see that the bed is empty, and a brush of my hand over the sheets tells me she’s been gone for a while.

Pushing the blanket aside, I walk to the living room, where I find my dark-haired angel curled up in one of the leather armchairs by the windows, a blanket tossed over her lap, watching the snow outside. She’s wearing my shirt from earlier, and it’s sexy as hell on her.

I don’t know when the snow started, but the trees are already covered in white, and the flakes falling from the sky look like the size of my fist.

“It’s the first snowfall of the year,” she says without turning to look at me. Her voice is raspy, her beautiful long hair tangled, and I need to get my hands on her again more than I need air.

“Have you slept at all?” I ask and scowl when she shakes her head.

“I don’t sleep much. But I won’t say anything else because we’re not sharing personal things.” She grins over at me, and her whiskey-colored eyes go round when she sees that I’m naked.

I want to ask her a million questions.Whydoesn’t she sleep well? How does she like her coffee in the morning? When can I see her again?

What’s her bleeding name?

If I was a man who did relationships, I’d claim this woman as mine.

But I’m not.

However, I plan to enjoy the hell out of her while I have her, so I kneel in front of her, pull the blanket off her lap, and spread her legs, hooking one of them over the arm of the chair.

“Uh, you don’t have to?—”

Before she can finish that thought, I lean in and wrap my lips around her clit, flick the little bundle of nerves with the tip of my tongue, and grin when her hands twine in my hair andpull.

I love that she’s not gentle.

That she’s not fragile.

And with a growl, I push my tongue inside her and lap at her juices.

“Ah, shit,” she moans. “God, you’re so damn good at that.”

With a growl, I pull her out of that chair, sit, and straddle her over me. She immediately takes my cock inside her, sinking down until I’m buried inside her. She circles her gorgeous hips before she starts to ride.

I unbutton the shirt, lean in and suck on her nipples, tease them with my teeth, and with my hands planted on the globes of her bloody phenomenal arse, she rides me until I feel the orgasm gather, lifting my balls. I press my thumb to her clit, making sure she comes with me.

Her movements falter as she cries out, coming apart on my lap, and once she’s finished, I lift her and pump my cock until I come in thick ropes all over her stomach and tits.

“No condom,” she whispers, grinning at me. “Good call.”

Still catching my breath, I stand with her in my arms and take us back to bed.

“Come on, we’re going to work on that sleep.”

“You know, I’m not a small person,” she says as she wraps her arm around my neck, still catching her own breath as she presses her sweet face to my neck. “I’m not used to being carried around.”

“You’re small compared to me,” I reply. I don’t want her to think she’s anything but perfect, just the way she is.