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The corners of his mouth curved up. “How will I know if you don’t show me?”
Connor was slaying me. One minute he was a demanding lover, commanding me to his wishes. Then in the next he morphed into a man whose gentle smile and soft eyes assured me that I wasn’t going to disappoint him. I dropped my hand to my side.
“Good girl,” he whispered, drinking me in.
He slipped his hands under the top of my blouse and slid it down my arms. I closed my eyes at the feathery touch of his fingers over my skin. I hadn’t known until this moment how much I missed being touched by a man who wanted me.
“Don’t close your eyes, Autumn. Watch me. See how much I want you. How beautiful I think you are.”
My eyelids popped open, and I caught my breath at the hunger I saw in his eyes, at the heat shimmering in their depths. “Connor,” I breathed. I felt liquid, like melted gold.
“So beautiful,” he answered. He trailed the back of his hand over the lace edging of my bra. “So damn beautiful.” He pulled me down next to him, leaned over, and put his mouth against my ear. “If you remember your name by the time I’m done with you, it will be a miracle.”
He wrapped a strong arm around my back, bringing me against him. His free hand found its way into my hair, and he gave it a gentle tug, forcing my face to lift up.
“Open your mouth, Autumn. Let me taste you.”
He was still issuing commands, but he’d softened his voice, gentling me like one would a wild animal. My lips parted, and he wasted no time diving in. I think an eternity passed before he lifted his head and stared at me with eyes that were wild and possessive.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted you in my bed? Under me? Over me? Wrapped around me?”
I shook my head since words had escaped me.
“Too damn long.” He reached behind me and unhooked my bra with the ease of a man who’d had a lot of practice undressing women, a reminder that when he got bored with me, he’d move on. It both reassured me that this was only a game we were playing, while sending a little pang through my heart that I didn’t understand.
He kissed me hard again, his tongue and teeth and mouth claiming me. My hands lifted to his neck while his lowered to my breasts, and when he flicked both of his thumbs over my nipples, I moaned into his mouth. Without warning I was flat on the bed with Connor kneeling above me.
“Those sounds you make are driving me crazy.”
“Sounds?”
“Those little sighs and moans, the way you whimper.”
“You like that?”
“Oh yeah. I’m going to spend all night listening to you.” Still on his knees between my legs, his gaze traveled over me. “Damn beautiful.” He lifted his eyes to mine. “What do you like? Gentle? All slow and easy? Fast and hard? Rough?”
What did I like? I wasn’t sure anymore, nor had any man ever asked. That Connor was asking sent warmth through me because it made me feel special and protected. “I want to do what you like,” I finally said.
He smiled. “Ah, beautiful. That tells me everything I need to know.”
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~ Connor ~
My beautiful girlwas a fascinating mix of sultry woman and innocence, one minute gifting me with a sexy striptease and, in the next, going all shy on me. She couldn’t even tell me what she liked, but that was okay. I would have fun finding out.
I put my hands on her thighs and circled my thumbs over her skin. “Do you want me to taste you, Autumn?” When she nodded, I tsked. “No, you have to tell me what you want.” She chewed on her bottom lip, drawing my gaze to her mouth. I loved her mouth.
“Maybe I’ll go get a beer while you’re thinking about it.” I lifted my hands.
“No! Yes.”
“Hmm, no, you don’t want me to taste you, and yes, I should go get a beer?”
“Connor . . .” She squeezed her eyes shut. “Yes, please taste me.”
“Look at me when you say it.” I put my hands back on her thighs and inched my fingers to the edge of her panty line. I was going to enjoy teaching her to play.
