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CHAPTER 47

Senna

I cross the threshold of the summer home and drop my bags. Beyonce’s “At Last” plays from a speaker. I kick my trainers off, narrowly missing the candles littering the space.

“Connor?” I sneak around the one-floor house in the teeny shorts he loves. Thank goodness for the ongoing high temperatures. “I was pissed off that the situation at the factory made me later than planned, but I nearly broke the speed limits coming down.”

I humph at the lack of response. “Where are you, Connor? I can’t fuck you if I can’t find you.”

The scent of baked bread and cheese draws me to where the back door is open a crack.

I sneak through to the decking, and my breath hitches.

Connor stands on the deck in front of the lake. His eyes sparkle in the moonlight as he fixes me with his stare. Candles line the decking, giving him an ethereal glow. His eyes travel down my body, pausing at my legs long enough for him to lick his lips before lifting back to my eyes.

His stare reflects my smile, and he presses his hand to his heart as he greets me.

“Welcome home, baby,” he says breathlessly

I’m running, my bare feet slapping against the wooden slats. He opens his arms, and I jump into them. He spins me as he buries his face in my hair.

“It’s been too long, Coults.”

“We were on the plane together,” I say, although my voice catches. He smells of fresh showers, of oak and cherries.

“And I couldn’t touch you then. I couldn’t get close enough to feel your skin against mine. You laughed with Jacs and chatted to the team, and the whole time, I wanted you laughing at my jokes or revealing the smile you reserve only for me.” I stare into his eyes as he kisses my palm. “Like all my real smiles are only for you.”

I bite my lips, and his gaze drops to them.

“Your fucking lips get me every time. There was a moment on the plane when I stood behind you. I was so close to leaning in and licking your skin.” He licks my neck, making me moan. “I was desperate to make your pulse rise against my mouth.”

I swallow loudly. “I felt you behind me.”

“I know you did, baby. You blushed, and I was a heartbeat away from turning you around to kiss you and slide my hands into your blouse and thumb your nipples.”

He lifts my T-shirt and rubs his thumbs across my nipples through the lace of my bra. I gasp.

“That’s right, baby. Did you miss me, too?”

There’s a trace of vulnerability in his voice. I pause. My fingers are jittery.

“Cat got your tongue, or are you teasing me?” He kisses my neck again, and I shiver. “You’re scared of this. Why? I’ve got you. If we were drowning in the deepest part of that lake, my one thought would be to save you. Tell me you know this.”

“I do,” I whisper.

“Then talk to me.”

I clench my belly as he unsnaps my shorts and slides the zipper down. His hand eases into my knickers, but then he stops. I press my pussy against his hand.

He chuckles. “Hungry for me. I’m not doing anything until you tell me what’s scaring you.”

I lift my face to meet his gaze. His jaw is tight, and his eyes are dark as he stares into my soul. “I spent all my adult years hiding how I felt about you, including to myself. I’m scared…”

“Of?”

“Falling. Of telling you exactly how I feel about you and getting hurt.”

“Senna, I wasted so much of my life not accepting my feelings, and even when I did, I couldn’t act on them and chose to distance myself from you. I’m terrified that one day you’ll wake and realise I’m too much of a dickhead for someone as incredible as you.” I push him away, but he holds me tighter. “But I’m all in, baby. I’m not going to hurt you. I’m going to worship you.”

My breath catches from the adoration saturating his voice until it rasps my name. “Senna, tell me you missed me.”

“I missed you, Dane,” I grunt. It’s as if saying his surname removes me from possible heartbreak.

“Say my name. Say Connor. Did you miss me? Did you wish you could touch me and kiss me? Did you imagine coming as you rode my face? Did you struggle to focus because you wanted to play racing games, or be held by me? Because that’s all I thought about.”

I nod as I grip the waistband of his shorts.

“Then say it.”

“I missed you, Connor. When you were behind me, I wanted you to whisper my name like only you can. I wanted to curl up next to you on the plane and get the best sleep, because I only get it with you. I wanted you.”

“That’s my girl. My best friend. My everything.” He licks his fingers and slides them into my knickers.

I moan as he teases me. “I wanted to wrap my legs around your head?—”

“Your legs are one of the seven wonders of the modern world.” He calls them that often.

His fingertips brush my clit, and I press my pussy into his touch. As I talk, he slides his fingers inside me gently, and it’s like I’m finally in the place I should have been for weeks. He rubs my clit with his thumb as he continues to press his fingers inside me.

I stammer as he continues to own my pleasure, “And I wanted to be like this. In your arms forever. I missed you, Connor. I always miss you.” I barely finish the sentence before his fingers thrust faster.

“I always miss you, too, baby.”

He dips his head and bites my nipple through my bra. I’m writhing against his hand as his thumb endures against my clit, and he finger fucks me in the candlelight on his decking.

“I’ll never wake up and think you’re too much of a dickhead. I like that you’re a dickhead.” Stars are starting to spin as he finger fucks me harder. “I hope I’ll always be enough for you.”

“You can’t be anything but enough for me. You’re it. You’re the sun and the moon. There’s no part of my day that I’m not thinking of you, and if you’ll give me all your trust, I’ll show you.” His voice is deep and rough. “Give it to me, Sen.”

I hold my breath as if I can keep my control a little longer.

“Give me everything you have, because nothing would stop how I feel about you. Nothing . You are enough. You’re more than enough. You’re mine.”

My orgasm explodes, and soon, I’m shaking against his hand.

I sink my teeth into his shoulder as emotions overwhelm me. It’s like my brain is filled with fire, sun, and diesel, all combusting at once, yet peace overwhelms me, too, making me throw my head back and stare at the star-filled sky in awe. My body sags, but he holds me up and covers me with kisses.

“Hungry, weren’t you, baby?”

“Hungry for you,” I gasp. “I’m all yours. Only yours.”

He hums against my neck as he flutters kisses to my skin. My body is still electric, and I want more. I gasp for breath, but it doesn’t dilute my need for him. Nothing can.

I reach for his shorts. “Now it’s your turn.”

He pulls his T-shirt from the back, dragging it over his head. The move is so sexy that I pause. His biceps flex. His tattoos call to me, and I trace them with my fingers as I run my tongue across my upper lip. He pulls my hands to his mouth and kisses my knuckles before pressing his lips to my palm. In a dreamlike state, we undress between kisses and loving touches.

“Have you ever had sex in this lake?” I stutter.

He quirks his brow and twists his mouth as he stares at the dark water. “Not yet. It makes me nervous. I rarely go in.”

“But you said if I were drowning in the deepest part of it, your only thought would be to save me.”

He tips his head as I stroke his cock. Thank God we’ve chatted about contraception and when we were last tested. Water and condoms would be way too complicated right now.

“I’d follow you to the ends of the earth and beyond.” His admission carries on the wind, creating an aura of protection around us. “Even though this lake at night scares me.”

I swallow repeatedly. I love every version of Connor, but my love for him terrifies me too much to tell him. Sometimes, he lets me be the boss away from the office, and he’s not too proud to admit he gets anxious.

“Then know I’ve got you, Connor. I would dive down and give you the kiss of life while people dragged me away. You’re it for me, and I will always be here for you.”

“Always is a big word,” he replies.

I wrap my arms around him and press my lips to his. His heartbeat thuds against my chest. “Always.”

He grabs my hand as we run down the deck and dive into the water.

The lake is freezing, but this is our last chance to enjoy it before the summer ends.

I shiver in the shallowest part of the lake as I wrap my legs around him. His erection presses at my belly. His body is like a wall of heat, and as water drips down his shoulders, I burn.

“Are you ready, baby?” he asks.

I wrap my arms around his neck tightly. His gaze drops to my chest rising above the ripples of water. His pupils are stormy, and his grip on my breast is possessive.

“I’m always ready for you. Fuck me, Connor.”

With that, he slides inside me as he whispers, “Always,” again and again.

He moves gently, easing out before pushing back inside me. He sucks and licks at my neck while rocking me against him. One hand rests on the back of my neck, holding me tightly as I use my thighs to move with him, lifting and dropping. It’s more like lovemaking when he skims his fingers across my cheek and tells me I’m the most beautiful sight he’s ever seen.

“Connor,” I moan.

“You feel so good around my dick, baby,” he says, his voice deep enough to reach every part of my aching body. I press him tighter against me with my feet, joining our bodies as I slide up and down against him. “I want to make love to you. It’s all I think about. And once I’ve made you come hard on my dick, I’m going to take you inside and worship you. Do you want that, Coults?”

My yes is more like a cry of desperation.

He bites my ear lobe. “I never stop thinking about having you. I’m always imagining new ways to make you moan and gasp. When you’re in meetings telling us what to do, I fantasise about bending you over the conference table and sliding right in.”

My orgasm already builds again. I grip him harder and whimper in his ear, “More.”

“I want to fuck you in your office, your hands on the glass as you lose yourself. I sit opposite you, desperate to pull up that sexy boss dress and thrust inside you.”

I mumble my agreement. It would be risky, yet I want it. The danger works because of the safety between us.

“Do you imagine me on my knees under your desk, licking you to climax before I make you stand and fuck you from behind?”

My moans are as messy as my control as I immerse myself in the thickness of his dick that continues to push inside me. His muscles ripple against me. My thighs burn from keeping the rhythm, but I don’t stop. I need him inside me. I take a deep breath, overwhelmed by his desperation for me. The scent of the salty lake and the beer he must have drunk before I arrived mingle on my tongue.

His jaw clenches as he presses his lips to mine. His tongue is in my mouth. He presses his palm to the back of my neck, controlling the kiss. Although he has the power to drag an orgasm from my depths, he’s not ready. He pulls his lips away and licks at my neck.

I whimper and moan as his dick fills me.

“I know, baby. It feels so good.”

And that’s when something switches. He fucks me with abandon, thrusting in and out as I squeeze my thighs and take him as deep as I can. The mixture of pleasure and pain sends me soaring.

“Come,” he grunts. “I need to watch you come.”

I go over the edge. My body shakes as I respond to his demand. My nails dig into his skin as I grip him. My climax overwhelms him, and he fills me with his orgasm as he groans his praises.

“That’s my girl,” he says repeatedly as I shiver and tremble. I hold on tight as he kisses me again. His mouth covers mine. His kisses are never-ending. “Mine.”

Love for him bursts through my chest.

This is it. This is everything I’ve ever wanted. The intensity of the last half hour flows away on the quiet waves of the lake.