Page 16 of Love Songs (Harmony Lake #3)

This time, while still demanding and all-consuming, the desperate edge of his kisses had given way to raw, unfiltered desire.

Conor kissed his way down my body, sending shocks and sparks and electric charges bouncing and pinging in every direction.

Disorientation spun my head, and I had the sensation of falling even though I was lying flat on my back.

But I wasn’t afraid because Conor had me.

I don’t know why, but I felt unexpectedly safe in his arms. When he finally came up for air, trapping my legs in the cage of his thighs, his eyes were wild, and his voice was ragged and gritty when he asked if was a top or bottom.

I was verse, though I topped when it came to hookups.

He’s not a hookup .

“I want to feel you inside me,” I said. “I want you to own me.”

“Jesus,” Conor breathed. “That’s so hot.”

He wasted no time working me open with his nimble fingers and talented tongue until I was writhing and begging mindlessly for him to just fucking fuck me already.

“Demanding bottom,” he teased. His deep, honeyed voice sounding ragged.

“Only because it feels like I’ve been waiting for you forever,” I said to him without thinking.

His eyes widened ever so slightly. He could read into that anyway he wanted because I didn’t have the bandwidth to clarify. And honestly, I wasn’t sure I could clarify what I’d meant.

“I’m ready,” I said, rolling my hips to make the point and get his mind off my words. Action was the only thing I wanted, the only thing I needed at that moment.

After suiting up and applying liberal amounts of lube, his gaze never left mine as he entered me, rocking slowly and deliberately until he was fully seated inside.

He paused for a second and nodded. One minute tip of his head, as if asking for the green light.

I responded by pulling him down for a sloppy kiss as we began to move as one.

Our movements were so perfectly in sync.

Conor, so unerringly in tune with me, anticipated my every need and delivered it tenfold.

I couldn’t remember sex ever being so good before.

I knew I’d had good sex. But right now, in this moment, I couldn’t for the life of me remember a single time that had felt as good as this.

Nothing matched this moment. No one before Conor could hold a candle to him.

No one even came close. I knew then that I was a total goner for this man.

He brought me to the edge, and he held me there, suspended on the brink of release, again and again.

“Now,” I begged, breathless. “Please.”

And then, as effortlessly as he’d physically lifted me over his shoulder and into a fireman’s carry earlier, he metaphorically threw me over the edge of the cliff.

My orgasm hit like an explosion. I felt like I was free falling while my vision went white and my body shattered with ecstasy.

What seemed like hours later but was probably only a few minutes, I began to the feel the weight of my body slowly return.

Gravity had never felt so heavy before. Or so damn good.

Conor dropped beside me, his panting harsh.

“Holy shit,” he gasped.

His chest rose and fell rapidly, and beads of sweat on his skin glistened like tiny diamonds in the dim light.

“You can say that again,” I said when I could catch my breath.

We lay there, side-by-side, immovable, while the echoes of our lovemaking faded, and my body slowly knit itself back together.

Conor hooked his pinky finger with mine. His eyes were closed, and he wore a silly grin on his face. I couldn’t help smiling in response, even though he couldn’t see me.

“I’m glad you came over tonight,” I said softly.

“Me too,” he said. He huffed. “I think you melted all my bones.”

“Well, fair is fair.” I laughed. “You shattered all of mine.”

He turned to face me with a playful expression on his handsome face.

“So,” he smirked. “That was earth shattering sex?”

I nudged at his ribs with my elbow. “I’m pretty sure you know it was.”

His smile widened as he closed his eyes again.

“I’ll get up in a minute and get a cloth.” But he made no move to follow through.

“It’s all good,” I said, giving his pinky a squeeze. “I’ll grab one.”

My body complained as I left the bed, left the warmth of Conor’s body, and went to the bathroom. I tied my hair up into a ponytail, and after cleaning myself up, I rinsed the cloth and went back to take care of him. He mumbled something under his breath, already half asleep.

“I think you should stay the night,” I said as I tossed the cloth back into the bathroom.

Conor made a sound of agreement and rolled over onto his side, facing the middle of the bed.

He patted the empty space, and I crawled into bed beside him, pulling the covers over us as I mirrored his position and put my back to him.

Conor snuggled up behind me and tucked his arm around my waist. His breath tickled the fine hairs at the back of my neck, and a sigh of blissful contentment passed through my lips.

Why did this feel so perfect? Like I’d found more than a house to call home here in Caldwell Crossing? I’d traveled all over the world for more than a decade, met thousands and thousands of people, but it wasn’t until this small town that I’d stumbled upon the one man I could imagine a future with.

I hoped he felt even a little the same.

A thought crossed my mind that I should probably be freaking out right now.

Or I should freak out because I wasn’t freaking out.

I hadn’t had many boyfriends, even fewer girlfriends, and I rarely let the people I slept with spend the night.

But having Conor in my bed felt right in a way I couldn’t deny.

It was too soon and a little ridiculous for me to be thinking this way, but I could see him fitting into my life with Jaylin. The most bizarre thing was that it felt like he already was a part of my little family.

Conor tightened his arm around my waist, snuggled closer and mumbled into the shell of my ear, “Your thinking is keeping me awake.”

I snorted and grabbed his hand, tucking it under my chin and kissing his knuckles.

The future was a tomorrow problem.