Page 85 of Freshmeet
Once inside, he shut and locked the door. Shrugging off his dirty shirt, he rolled his shoulders. I was so focused on the ripple of the muscles in his back that I almost missed when he said, “I told you to stay here.”
He trudged to the bathroom and turned on the faucet, and I followed, standing in the doorway and gawking at him. Pink water swirled down the drain as he rinsed his busted knuckles. Flexing his hand, he hissed.
“There was no way I was going to leave you to chase after some burglar. What if he had a weapon?”
Connor glanced over his shoulder as he carefully dried his hands. Shaking his head, he turned, pinning me with a look so raw, my stomach flipped. Long gone was the sweetie who served me homemade apple pie and blushed when I flirted with him. In his place was a rough man, staring at me with an intensity that made me want to run.
Whether it’s to or from him remains to be seen.
“Yeah. What if he had a weapon?” he asked in a low, gravelly voice as he took a step toward me. “And what if he pulled it on you? There’s a killer on the loose, and you’re running after criminals.”
He took another step, but this time I matched him with one backward.
Cocking his head, he smirked. “You scared, pretty girl?”
“No,” I whispered, my hands fisting the gold shimmery material at my waist. Violence had never been appealing to me, but there was something about a shirtless, sweaty, bloody Connor that put me on edge in the best possible way.
Connor’s gaze trailed down my body and stopped where my bra poked out of the neckline of my dress. He rubbed his jaw, his eyes meeting mine, and he shook his head. “I don’t like that he saw you like that.”
In a few short steps, his large body crowded me against the wall. He cupped the back of my head, keeping it from banging into the door frame.
I craned my neck to look up at him, my heart fluttering wildly against my ribcage.
This is what I’ve been missing with other guys.
“Do you have any idea how perfect you looked on your knees in just your underwear, sucking my cock? And that asshole got to see that. I should’ve gouged his eyes out.” Connor huffed, running his thumb over my lower lip. “Then you run out to the street looking freshly fucked and?—”
“You’re jealous?” I asked in disbelief.
Red streaked across his high cheekbones, and he licked his bottom lip. “I’m angry you were violated like that, and—” He slipped his fingers into my hair. “Yeah, I guess a piece of me is jealous that a street full of assholes got to see you like this.”
I fought back a smile and failed miserably. Jealousy had never been attractive, but seeing the easy-going Connor turn a little green did it for me.
Sliding my arms around his neck, I pulled him against me. “But you’re the one who gets to touch me.”
Connor exhaled, his pupils dilating. “Yeah?”
I gave a little nod. “So, what are you going to do with me?”
He groaned, his fingers tightening in my hair before his lips crashed into mine. The kiss knocked the air out of my lungs. Every stroke of his tongue laid claim to my mouth, marking me as his, and I enthusiastically welcomed it.
Winding a leg around his thigh, I moved against him, desperate to alleviate the ache he’d caused. A hunger I’d never known took over, and I wanted nothing more than to dive headfirst into this thing with Connor.
Connor broke our kiss, cupping my ass and lifting me so I was wrapped around him and pressed against the wall. “I’ve tried to take things slow with you. You deserve to be treated like a goddamn queen.”
He thrust into me, the worn denim of his jeans rubbing against my damp panties. He did it again, and we both moaned.
“But fuck. Seeing Carter and Duncan near you when you look like this?” He dug his fingers into the flesh of my ass and groaned.
My stomach flipped, and the pulse between my thighs grew unbearable. Every roll of his hips drove me closer to begging him to fuck me.
Connor’s blue eyes burned into mine as he adjusted me in his hold, propping me up, making room to slip a hand between my thighs. His long fingers dipped under the wet lace barely covering my pussy and ran along my slit. “With everything going on, I’m done taking it slow. You’re fucking mine, Sarah.”
Punctuating his promise, two fingers plunged into my pussy.
“Connor,” I gasped, already contracting around the invasion.
“That’s it, pretty girl. Soak my hand.” He worked me, slow and steady, adding another finger. “I’m the only one who gets to see you like this, the only one who gets to have you like this.”
