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S itting on his bed listening to Sophia shower wasn’t where Con wanted to be. Nope, he wanted to be in there with her. Holding her so she could let go of all the crap circling inside her head, the fear and horror of what might have been.

Of course, she’d be naked, and he’d be naked and he’d do a lot more than just hold her. He’d do his best to wipe last night right off her mental map. It’d take only a half-dozen orgasms or so. Maybe.

He thought she’d been okay this morning, but something had happened to derail her while he, Smoke, and River had wrestled with her tent. She’d have told him if something bothered her, right?

The bathroom door opened and Sophia came out brushing her hair. She was wearing cozy pajamas made of a fabric that looked soft and touchable. There was nothing sexy about it, except for the woman wearing it.

Right now, that woman was wearing a hesitant expression.

“What’s wrong?” he asked. When she ducked her head, he moved closer until he could tilt her chin up.

She made eye contact and what he saw in her gaze made his stomach clench. She was hurting . “Sophia?”

“I need you.” The pain in her voice stabbed him in the gut.

“What’s wrong with that?” He was happy to give her whatever she needed. More than happy.

“I don’t know any of the rules. I thought we’d talk about it this morning, but there wasn’t time, and now I’m scared I’m going to mess things up.”

“First off, the only rules there are, are the ones we agree on. What happens between us in private is just that, private.” He kissed her, a slow slide that had him hungry for more. He gazed down into her big eyes and asked, “What do you want?”

“My brain won’t shut off, and it’s driving me crazy.” She looked at him like he was the only man who mattered in her world. “You fried my circuits last night. Do it again?”

Holy fuck.

He wanted to give her what she wanted. Sex. Hot, sweaty, dirty sex, but she was a fucking virgin . Despite their no-strings agreement, she deserved a man who’d be there for her. Not a guy who wanted to walk into the first righteous battle he could find and never walk out.

There were other ways to blow her mind besides full-on sex.

“When you listened to me and Eugene talking about oral sex, did you like what you heard?”

She licked her lips and nodded. “All I could think about was your head between my legs and what your mouth would feel like on m—”

Her bald confession lit him up and he was kissing her before she finished saying the last word.

Settle down, asshole, You’re going to scare her.

Eager hands wrapped around his shoulders as she leaned into him and moaned.

Or not.

He hauled her closer, one hand at the base of her back, so he could rub his erection against her belly.

She shuddered and groaned into his mouth, kissing him back just as fiercely.

He moved the hand cradling the back of her neck under her pajama top. All he felt was smooth, soft skin.

“I want your nipples in my mouth,” he said, hardly recognizing the ragged voice coming out of him as his own.

The noise that came out of her was sharp, urgent, and needy.

“I’m going to strip your top off you and suck your nipples until you scream.”

“Con,” she moaned. “Stop talking and do it.”

He kissed her again, his hands pushing her top up and over her breasts. God, they were pretty, with berry-red nipples he couldn’t wait to taste.

Bruises were scattered across her torso and arms, making him pause. No, he wasn’t going to let what those assholes did sour this for her.

He cupped her with both hands. They filled his palm and then some.

She gasped and stumbled back.

He caught her with one arm, the other hand molding the breast it cradled. Her top got in the way, so he pulled it over her head and off.

He couldn’t take his eyes off the swell of her flesh, the dusky areolas or her nipples, hardened with arousal.

“Connor?” Her question sounded frustrated and impatient.

He dragged his gaze up to her face. “How’s your brain? Still thinking?”

Her brow furrowed. “What?”

He petted her, letting his fingers massage and stroke the sensitive skin around her breasts. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”

She hung in his arms, her breathing fast and shallow, her eyes dilated until the rim of blue was just a ring around the black. “No one has ever seen...” Her voice trailed off into nothing as he put his hand on her breast and flicked his thumb over the nipple. He rolled it between thumb and forefinger next and her eyes fluttered shut.

No man has ever seen her like this. The thought made him harder than stone and greedier than King Midas. No man has ever touched her.

She clutched at him and ran her hands over his chest, abdomen, and shoulders. “I want to touch all your muscles.” Her untutored hands had him shaking with the need to fuck her, but this wasn’t about him, it was all about her.

He continued to torment her nipple as he leaned down to kiss her softly, gently. He wanted her with him every step of the way. “Gorgeous,” he whispered. “So fucking gorgeous.” He trailed kisses, stopping every so often to nip and suck down her neck. “Still thinking, sweetheart?”

She moaned, but nothing intelligible.

Getting closer.

“Let’s find out if you can orgasm just from this.” He bent her back and nibbled his way to her nipple. He sucked it in, and she bucked and bit the palm of one of her hands.

He laved it with his tongue and sucked it, over and over.

She gasped and shook.

She was nearly there.

He sent one hand down her body and massaged her clit through her clothes.

She screamed into her hand, her knees buckled, and he scooped her up, laying her on his narrow bed. Her eyes were squeezed shut. “Sophia?”

***

T he sound of her name coming from his throat made it a demand, an entreaty. She forced her eyes open to stare up at Con, the marauder, the thief who’d stolen her breath, her will. He’d given her something in return.

Pleasure.

Pleasure was something she’d felt little of in her life, and what she’d experienced was mainly intellectual satisfaction. Not physical, primitive, sensual satisfaction.

Now that she knew what it was and felt it, she craved it. And she found she loved seeing him like this. Hot, hard, and hungry for her.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, hovering over her breasts like a great beast. Yet, she knew he was putting her own sexual needs before his own.

“No,” she breathed. “Never stop.”

He growled and took her mouth in a rush, kissing her like she was as necessary for him to continue breathing as air.

When he lifted his head, he slowly looked down her body until he reached the juncture of her thighs. “I’m going to take these off you and make you come again.” His voice sounded like it had been ground up by gravel.

She made a shocked sound at the back of her throat. Oh, how she wanted that. “Yes.”

He smiled at her and it promised so much sin, she shivered.

He lowered his head and began sucking on her breasts, while his hands worked her pajama bottoms and panties down and off. His gaze flicked up to meet hers as his mouth moved lower and he left kisses on her abdomen and navel.

Why did everywhere he touched feel like an erogenous zone?

She panted, unsure what to do. This position left her so exposed. A whimper escaped her lips.

“Easy, sweetheart,” he whispered as he moved up to kiss one breast then the other. “I’ve got you.”

He began to lick and suck one of her nipples while he circled her clitoris with one thumb.

The sensations were electric and were winding her up even tighter than before.

When he replaced his thumb with one finger and began shallowly penetrating her, she thought she was going to come off the bed. “Oh God , that feels so good.”

He hummed, sucked hard on her nipple while fucking her with his index finger.

“ Oh God, oh God, oh God. ” He had her wavering on the edge of an explosion she wasn’t sure she was going to survive.

He hooked his finger inside her, rubbing a spot that might as well have blast off written all over it.

She stuffed her forearm in her mouth and screamed as the pleasure rocketed through her in waves lighting up every nerve ending and neuron. It seemed to last forever, but finally her body calmed and she opened her eyes.

Con was leisurely playing with her breasts, toying with one with his fingers while his mouth continued to drive her a little crazy on the other.

She looked down his body toward his crotch and found an impressive erection. “Con,” she breathed.

“Feel better, sweetheart?”

“Yes.” She arched her back to press her breasts up and into his hold.

“So responsive,” he whispered.

He seemed occupied, so she sent one hand toward the bulge in his pants, cupping him, learning his shape and size.

He hissed and thrust himself into her palm.

She tried to undo his pants, but he grabbed her hands and pinned them to the bed. “Not yet, sweetheart. We’ll get there.”

She smiled and pulled out something she’d read about in one of her books and always wanted to try. “What about my breasts? You like them, don’t you? Wouldn’t you like to fuck them?”

His gaze dropped to her breasts and he groaned, “Holy fucking shit.”

“Please?” she asked. “I want you to.”

“So do I.” He gritted his teeth and let go of her. “Don’t move.”

She nodded and watched as he pulled away to remove his pants and underwear.

His cock was big. Bigger than she thought it might be. Thick with veins running down the side and bottom of it. It curved up, pointing toward the ceiling.

He grabbed something from the bathroom and returned with a bottle of something he squirted on his hands.

Then he was rubbing the lotion down the center of her chest. His gaze met her curious one. “Are you sure you want—”

She grabbed his cock again in a gentle grip. “Yes, I want.” She stroked him.

“Fuck.” He pulled her hand away, grabbed the other hand, and set them on either side of her breasts, showing her how hard to push them together. Then he fit his cock in the space between her breasts and pumped once, twice. “Fuck me, sweetheart.”

She watched his cock slide between her breasts and found she received pleasure from this too. She pressed her breasts together a little harder and was rewarded with a low groan from Con.

He slid his penis back and forth in a slow, leisurely pace that made her hungry for more speed. But maybe she could taste pleasure a different way. As his cock thrust upward toward her face, she flicked out with her tongue and swiped the crest of his penis.

He groaned, so she did it again. And again. He began thrusting faster and she found herself mesmerized as his arms began to shake. He threw his head back as he came.

His head fell forward and his eyes opened to stare at her like he wasn’t sure what just happened.

“Could I give you a blow job next time?” she asked. Bringing him to orgasm was a heady experience. There was an equally intense pleasure in seeing him lose himself to orgasm as there was when he brought her to her peak.

He shook his head and glanced down at her chest. “Every time I think I have you figured out, you go and change the rules on me.”

“You have four sisters. How is this a surprise?”

He pulled away and she made a move to sit up. He put a hand on her shoulder to keep her lying flat. “Stay there, I’ll be right back.” He eased off the bed and went into the bathroom. When he came out he had a wet washcloth, which he used to clean the semen off her.

She got her pajama top and was about to put it back on, when he said, “You don’t...have to wear that if you don’t want to.”

She looked at him and realized from the slumberous expression that he liked the thought of being able to fondle her breasts during the night.

She loved having his hands on her, so that was a win-win. “Okay.”

Sophia went to the bathroom, brushed her teeth, went out to find Con on his side on his narrow bed, the blanket swept back for her.

She got in and he covered her with the blanket and his arm, pulling her close and spooning her from behind.

His lips teased one ear, and he whispered, “Blow job next time.”