Page 87 of Where We Bloom

He smiles down at me and tucks my hair behind my ear. “Mostly just in the high country. For the most part, winter is rainy and dark. Dreary.”

I nod as we turn down my block. My house is just three doors down.

“That must be why Skyla loves the snow so much here. She’s trying to talk me into going skiing this year.” I make a face at that as we walk up to my front door.

“Not a skier then, are you?”

“No. Hell no. It’s too cold for that. This past winter, the day after I met you, in fact, Birdie and my brothers talked me into going up to the resort for sledding since it had snowed so much.”

I push inside my house and toss my keys on the table next to the door, then immediately kick out of my shoes.

“I went up there, but no. I didn’t sled. I watched and drank hot chocolate. Took pictures. Threw snowballs at my brothers. Then we relaxed in the lodge.”

“If you don’t like to sled, why did you go?”

“Because my family wanted me there, and I love watching Birdie play.”

I sit on the couch and wiggle my toes, thankful to be off my feet. Connor sits on the coffee table in front of me. He lifts my foot into his lap and starts to massage it, making me moan.

“You never should have shown me that talent you have there.” I lean my head back and moan.

“And why is that?”

“Because now I’ll expect this kind of treatment on the regular.”

“And you’ll get it.” He lifts my foot and kisses the pad of my big toe, making me scrunch up my nose.

“Ew. I’ve been on those feet all day, you know.”

“It doesn’t bother me.” He digs his thumb into the arch of my foot, making me moan again. “Keep making that noise, and I’ll have to get you naked again.”

I open one eye and stare at him for a second, then moan.

Suddenly, I’m in the air, on his shoulder, and he’s marching down the hallway to the bedroom.

“Connor!”

“I warned you.” He drops me on the bed, his smile feral as he unbuttons his shirt. “Now you pay the consequences.”

“Consequences of what?”

“Being sexy as fuck.”

He sets me on my feet next to the bed and pulls my dress over my head in one swift motion. I’m in a simple bralette and thong, and I’m pulling his shirt out of his jeans, exposing the abs that make me lose my mind.

“Christ Jesus, you’ve a body that would make the gods weep,” he says as his hands drift down my chest to my breasts, almost reverently.

“Naked.” I’m pushing at his clothes. “Get naked, Connor.”

He complies, then we’re on the bed, and he’s pulling my panties down my hips and pressing them to his nose. His eyes close, and he hums, then sets them aside before spreading my legs wide and leaning in to lick my entire slit, making my hips buck.

“So bloody wet,” he mutters in a rough voice before diving in and sinking his tongue inside me. “Look at this needy pussy. I can taste both of us down here, baby.”

His fingers replace his tongue, and now he’s sucking on my clit, and I’m writhing on the bed. Is that my voice, whimpering, begging, crying out?

“Connor.”

“What do you need, angel?”

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