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His answering smile was wicked. "Is that an invitation?"

Heat pooled in my belly at his tone. "Maybe."

We made it back to my hotel in record time, barely keeping our hands off each other. As soon as the door to my room closed behind us, Con had me pressed against it, his mouth hungry on mine, his hands exploring with a confidence that made me gasp.

"Lily?" he asked between kisses, his voice rough.

"Night shift," I managed to reply, already tugging at his shirt buttons.

"Good."

What followed was far from a blur. Every moment etched itself into my memory with crystal clarity.

Con's hands moved to the zipper of my dress, but instead of pulling it down immediately, his fingers traced the line of my spine, sending shivers across my skin.

"May I?" he asked, his voice low and reverent.

I nodded, suddenly shy despite my earlier boldness. The sound of the zipper sliding down seemed impossibly loud in the quiet room. Con eased the fabric off my shoulders, letting it fall to my waist before his hands returned to my newly exposed skin.

"You're beautiful," he whispered, pressing his lips to the curve where my neck met my shoulder.

I closed my eyes as his mouth travelled along my collarbone, his hands sliding the dress down over my hips until it pooled at my feet. Standing before him in just my black lace bra and matching underwear, I felt both vulnerable and powerful as his eyes darkened with desire.

"Your turn," I said, reaching for his shirt buttons again.

Con caught my hands. "Not yet. I've been dreaming about this for too long to rush."

He guided me backward toward the bed, his lips never leaving mine. When my legs hit the mattress, he lowered me gently onto it, following me down but supporting his weight on his forearms.

"I want to see all of you," he murmured against my lips. "I want to taste every inch."

His words sent heat flooding through me, settling low in my belly and between my thighs. I arched up as his mouth travelled down my neck to the swell of my breasts above my bra. His fingers slipped beneath me, finding the clasp with practiced ease, and then the lace was gone and his warm palms were cupping me.

"Perfect," he breathed, before taking one nipple into his mouth.

I gasped, my back arching off the bed as pleasure shot through me. His tongue circled the sensitive peak before he sucked gently, then more firmly as my reactions told him what I liked. His hand attended to my other breast, thumb brushing across the nipple in rhythm with his mouth.

When he switched sides, I threaded my fingers through his hair, holding him to me. The dual sensation of his hot mouth and the cool air on my wet skin had me squirming beneath him.

Con took his time, lavishing attention on my breasts until I was panting and restless. Only then did his mouth begin to travel lower, pressing open-mouthed kisses down my ribcage, across my stomach, lingering at the sensitive spot just below my navel.

His hands slid down my sides to my hips, fingers hooking into the waistband of my underwear. He looked up at me, a question in his eyes.

"Yes," I whispered, lifting my hips to help him.

He slid the lace down my legs with agonizing slowness, his lips following the path of the fabric, kissing down one thigh and then up the other. By the time he tossed my underwear aside, I was trembling with anticipation.

Con settled between my legs, his broad shoulders gently pushing my thighs wider. The first touch of his mouth against my core made me cry out, my hands fisting in the sheets.

"You taste even better than I imagined," he murmured against me, the vibration of his words adding to the sensation.

His tongue explored me with the same thoroughness he'd shown the rest of my body, learning what made me gasp, what made me moan, what made my thighs tighten around his head. When he found the perfect spot, he focused there, alternating between firm strokes and gentle circles.

I felt myself climbing higher, the tension building with each pass of his tongue. When he slid one finger inside me, then two, curling them forward to hit exactly the right spot while his mouth continued its relentless attention, I shattered. Waves of pleasure crashed over me as I called out his name, my body arching off the bed.

Con stayed with me through every aftershock, gentling his touch but not stopping until I tugged weakly at his hair, oversensitive and boneless.

He kissed his way back up my body, taking his time, letting me recover. When he reached my mouth, I could taste myself on his lips, and it rekindled the fire inside me.