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CHAPTER 35

Senna

I can feel everything, from the heat of his palms hard against my skin to the softness of his lips as they brush against mine. Our tongues tangle, and I grab at tufts of his hair. He growls into my mouth, and I lose myself in the kiss, in him.

His kisses are quickly becoming my new obsession. My fingertips dance across the back of his neck, and his hands travel up my body until they’re sliding beneath my top. And then they stop. I wriggle a little, wanting him to touch my breasts, to thumb my nipples that are straining at my top, but he doesn’t. Instead, he grips my waist and controls the moment.

I don’t know how long we spend kissing because I’m lost in my pleasure. Occasionally, we break for air, but each time, we return to each other like two lost souls who’ve finally found their other half.

The ache in my body is more than the need to be touched. It’s the ache for him that I’ve been keeping secret for months, for years.

With my legs wrapped around his waist, I pull him tighter against me. For years my life was empty because he wasn’t in it.

He pulls back to stare at me, and I fist his top and bring him straight back against me. He swipes his tongue across my lips.

“More. I need more,” I pant.

His lips brush my jaw and neck, the heat of his touch burning my skin. His teeth scrape at my ear lobe, and I bob against him. His erection presses into me, and I suck in a breath.

He smells of sweat and spice.

“Please, Connor,” I beg, and his hands slide to my bum, grabbing it as he lifts me and carries me to the sofa.

He sits and pulls me on top of him, my thighs straddling his lap.

He stares at me like I’m all he needs for his survival. I lick my lips, my brows furrowing as I take in his adoration.

“I’ve dreamt about kissing these cheeks that flush when you’re angry with me,” he says, his fingers trailing over my skin. He holds up my hand and kisses my palm. “I’ve longed to kiss this hand. Every time you held it up to silence me, I’d get so fucking turned on.”

“You like it when I tell you what to do?”

“Shush,” he replies with a smirk before pressing his lips to my neck. “When I first saw your new hairstyle and boss outfit, I nearly lost it, partly because you looked like the perfect boss to discipline me but also because it meant you were keeping your hair down so I couldn’t stare at your neck and fantasise about kissing it and making you moan my name.”

He sucks on my neck, and I know he’s going to leave a love bite, the mark of his need.

“Please, Connor. I need more.”

“When I’m ready,” he growls against my skin, making me whimper his name.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he grunts against my collarbone as he pulls away and stares at me.

I’m grinding against his erection, practically dry humping him, as his lips press against mine, harder this time. The friction of our clothes against my pussy makes me moan into his mouth. He grips my arse, kneading my cheeks as he pulls me onto him.

I swear he’s bigger than he said. His dick is thick and hard, and the thought of it pushing inside me makes me lean back and grind harder. He reclines against the sofa and threads his fingers behind his head. He watches me enjoy his body with a smug smile. It’s like I’m performing for him. Everything I’m doing is hitting my clit just right, and I stare at him as I rub myself against him again and again. I’m soaking, but I need his lips on me.

“Kiss me,” I beg.

“Yes, baby,” he replies, flipping me so I’m underneath him.

I hiss as he stares at me again. Suddenly, he softens the moment, brushing the back of his fingers across my cheekbones and smiling at me. “I’ve wanted this for so long that I’m scared of fucking it up. It’s like all my dreams and fantasies are finally coming true, and I can’t stop staring at you.”

My heart flutters at the earnest way he looks at me.

I suck in my lower lip and lose myself in his cerulean eyes.

I don’t know what this is, and I don’t care. I just want him.

His arms bracket my head as he dips his head and presses kisses to my cheek.

“You’re fucking perfect, Coults, and I’m…” he whispers in my ear before sucking my lower lip into his mouth. And then he says the one word that ended his resignation letter. “…yours.”

His kisses are soft, hard, and everything in between. He strokes my skin, squeezing my breasts and thumbing my nipples, but never ducking his hand beneath my clothes. It’s the make-out we never got as teenagers, and for one glorious afternoon, it’s ours.

This man can kiss.

But I need more. I want to know what it’s like to have Connor fucking Dane inside me.

He starts to slip my top off. My lips are sore, and my body aches from not coming.

Fluffers jumps on the top of the sofa and stares down at us.

His meow is louder than a fire alarm.

“Someone is hungry,” he says, and I can’t stop my giggle.

Connor’s eyebrow quirks as he shakes his head. I cover my face with my hands, but he pulls them away. “Safe to say we’re all hungry.”

Connor kisses my forehead, eases himself off me, and heads to the open-plan kitchen.

His muscles flex as he opens the tin of cat food. I lick my lips as the muscles in his forearms harden. He catches the action and smirks. That smirk destroys me.

“Do you want your food, Fluffers?” he says softly, bending down to rub Fluffers under the chin. The furry beast makes a figure eight through his legs, his tail swishing like he owns this man, and Connor beams. My heart thunders.

I want to own this man.

I walk over to the two of them as I adjust my clothes. I’m forever drawn to him.

Connor sucks in his lower lip and winks at me. My emotions are in hyperdrive.

Fluffers claws Connor’s ankle to hurry him up and curtail our flirting.

“Oi, you.” Connor pops the food down, and Fluffers attacks it with the hunger of a cat who hasn’t been fed in weeks rather than a few hours. Connor’s forearms flex again, and my body quivers.

“Good girl.”

An ache spreads through my body. When I look at him again, his dark and wanting eyes meet mine. “Who are you calling a good girl? Fluffers is a boy.” My voice wavers.

He steps closer, and my entire body trembles at his intent. “Maybe I’m calling you good girl. Would you like that, baby?” his lips whisper against my neck.

His kisses trail down my skin. When I think they’ll undo me, he gets on his knees and lifts my T-shirt. His lips are hot against my body as my hands fist his hair.

“We need to stop,” I say between gasps.

He pulls his head back. “I’ve gone too far too quick?”

I press my finger to his lips and shake my head.

His sudden vulnerability wraps around my heart, and I kneel to face him. I return his earlier moves and brush kisses against his neck. I lift his shirt. His abs quiver, and the words of his tattoo move like rushing water as I run my fingertips across them.

I push his shirt down quickly and find his brow furrowed. “If I start that, I’ll never stop.”

“I’m not complaining.”

My hand travels lower and catches on his erection. “Your dick is massive!”

“Say it again.” His smile is charm and cockiness. “Tell me my dick is huge, baby.”

“No.” I jump up and stand away. I want to repeat those words and have him drag me to his bed. His eyebrows jump high. “Not no, because I don’t want to. I really want to. Fuck me, your cock is the biggest I’ve had near my hand, and I’ve not seen it to know that.” He smirks, and I glare. “We need to go out and get dinner?—”

“I have everything I want to eat right here.”

I choke on my gasp.

“Have you ever straddled a man’s face while he worships your?—”

“That’s it. We’re going out.”

I want everything he’s offering me, but I need time to contemplate the lines I’m crossing, and having my legs wrapped around Connor’s devilish face won’t help that.

He chuckles as I stand frozen. I’m too saturated with need to move.

“Come on then, beautiful. I’d best drive as you won’t be able to concentrate with the thought of my tongue in your pussy. I’d hate for you to scratch your car knowing exactly what I have planned for you when we get back.”

I get my bag as he tracks my movements. He’s like a hungry panther playing with his food.

“By the way, do you need to make any notes about your plans for the rest of your time off?”

I turn to him, my head hurting from the change of conversation. “Huh?”

“Once I fuck your brains out, baby, you’re not going to remember your name, so if there’s anything important you want to remember, you’d best make a note.”

“You’re such an ass.” I hold my keys out to him. “I’ll let you drive, but promise you’ll be careful with my baby.”

He grabs my keys and pulls me against him. “Only if you promise to be my good girl when we return and let me do all the things with you I’ve fantasised about for years.”

My mouth dries up, and I nod.

As I follow him out of the house, my eyes firmly fixed on his butt, I can’t imagine dinner will last long. I can barely remember my name, let alone how to eat.