Page 24 of Where We Bloom (The Blackwells of Montana #3)

Chapter Twelve

CONNOR

I hate that she’s so tired. I also hate that this could have been us, this woman in my bed, for the past several months. Instead, I wasted so much time because I didn’t get my head out of my arse long enough to see that not only is she an amazing woman but that she’s also mine.

Her plump lips pucker in her sleep, and I can’t resist brushing my finger over them, then up her cheek, forehead, and down the bridge of her gorgeous nose.

I’m permanently turned on whenever I’m near her.

I always want her. The fact that she had to ask if I wanted to get my hands on her was so preposterous that I almost spread her wide and pushed into her right then and there.

I want her so badly. That hasn’t changed since that first time I saw her last year, and it’s only gotten more intense since I realized who she is and how much time our families would spend together.

The more I’m around her, the more I yearn for her. Her touch, her mouth, her pussy.

But it’s not just about the sex. Not with Billie.

And that’s new for me.

I love her sassy mouth, and I wasn’t lying when I said her work ethic turned me on. She’s a smart woman, and if I thought I could, I’d steal her away to work for me.

But she doesn’t want to work for someone else.

She’s her own boss.

And I’m damn proud of her.

Speaking of work, I do have some things to do if I’m going to take the day off with her tomorrow, so I press my lips to her forehead as I roll her onto her back and gently slip from the bed, careful not to wake her.

Padding out of the room, I walk downstairs to turn off lights and lock up, set the alarms, and check in with Miller.

Then I swing by my office to grab my laptop.

I’ll work from bed so I can keep an eye on my angel.

After snatching a couple of bottles of Billie’s favorite water from the fridge, I return upstairs and set the water at the bedside. I’ve just set my computer down and pulled my shirt off when I hear her whimper for the first time.

My gaze falls to her, and I furrow my brow when she shifts in the bed, a frown between her brows.

Quickly, I shed my sweats and climb between the sheets to gather her against me.

“Shh, it’s okay.” I kiss her head and hug her close, and she sighs. “I’m here, angel.”

But she doesn’t settle. She whimpers again, and this time, she grinds her pelvis against mine, wrapping her leg over my hip, and my hand drifts down to her lush arse, gripping it firmly.

“Connor.” She’s awake now, kissing my bare chest, and every molecule in my body is fully awake and wanting her.

“Did you have a bad dream?” I murmur into her hair, and she shakes her head as she looks up at me with bright hazel eyes.

“Not a bad dream,” she says as her hand moves down my side. “I have a question.”

“Anything.” I’m pulling my shirt that she’s wearing up her back so I can touch her bare skin, and she stretches into my touch as if she can’t get enough of it.

“Would you please fuck me into this mattress already?”

Her lust-filled eyes hold mine. She bites that lip, and all of my tightly reined self-control snaps.

With a groan, I roll her onto her back and work my shirt off her, toss it aside, and stare down at her in the soft lamplight. I pin one of her hands above her head as I kiss her. My free hand teases one of her nipples into a tight peak, making her squirm and moan against my mouth.

“You’re so gorgeous,” I say against her lips, and she bites my lower lip, then lets go and drags her leg up the outside of my own.

“I need you, Connor.” She licks her lips, and my already hard cock swells at her breathy words. “I need you to fuck me until I can’t walk tomorrow. I need you to fill me up, and tease me, and touch me until I’m begging for mercy.”

“Christ.” I lick and suck my way down her torso, stopping to pluck at her nipples with my teeth before I journey farther south. Her hands are in my hair, pulling as her head thrashes back and forth on the pillow. “Give me your eyes, angel.”

She complies, and I keep kissing farther south until I’m at her already glistening pussy. “You want me to use my mouth on you?”

“Fuck, yes.”

“Tell me. I want to hear you use your words, baby.”

“Kiss me.” She licks her lips and moans when I brush my tongue over her clit. “ Yes. Oh God, yes. More, Connor.”

“More of what?”

“More tongue. Move down just … yes. ”

I pull her lips into my mouth and devour her. My tongue pushes into her slit, into her core, and when I press my nose to her clit, she lifts her hips right off the bed.

“Connor!” She presses her heel into my shoulder for more leverage, and I bloody love it.

Christ, she went from dead asleep to this sensual goddess in less than ten seconds.

“Oh, please,” she pants, her hands in my hair. I growl against her, and that’s all it takes for her to cry out, fuck herself against my face, and fall apart. Her core is sopping wet as I replace my mouth with my fingers. Her walls tighten and hug them, and I kiss the inside of her trembling thighs.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful when you come.” I kiss over her hip and her belly on my way back up to her lips. Resting my cock in her slick, wet heat, I lean in and kiss her softly. “Do you taste yourself?”

“Mmm,” she says, licking her lips. “Connor?”

“Yes, angel.”

She shifts, and the crown of my cock rubs against her clit, making us both gasp. Her mouth opens in an O, and she clings to me, her nails digging into my shoulders.

“Please.”

“Please what?” I kiss her chin, her neck, still dragging my dick through her folds. “Fuck, you feel amazing. Better than I remember, and that seems impossible.”

“You’re so damn big.” Her grip moves down to my arms. “How did it fit last time?”

I laugh and catch her chin in my fingers, then nibble on her lips. “You just breathe for me, mo rúnsearc . I need to move away from you so I can grab a condom.”

She frowns and, for the first time, looks vulnerable.

“Talk to me.” I brush a lock of her hair off her cheek and kiss her lips. “Just talk, baby.”

“I have the birth control handled.” She holds her arm up and points at the skin over her inner biceps. “For another two years. There’s been no one since you.”

I can’t help myself. I crash my lips to hers, wanting to consume her. “There’s been no one since you either, angel. God, you’re all I see. You’re all I think about.”

Her eyes fill with tears, and I shake my head.

“Nope. None of that right now. Later, bumble. Are you saying I can fuck you bare?”

A grin spreads over her breathtaking face, and she nods so smugly, it makes my chest tighten.

“Please do.”

“Please do what ?” I love her raspy voice, and when filth spills out of her fuckable lips, it’s almost more than I can take. My cock is begging for her tight pussy.

“Please.” She nibbles on my chin. “Fuck me.” She kisses the side of my mouth and lifts her hips. “Until I’m so sore, you’re all I think about.”

I push inside her, all the way to the hilt, and she gasps as her walls tighten around me. I hitch her leg higher on my hip, drag my hand down to her arse, and hold on tight.

“You’re so bloody snug.”

“Holy shit.” She takes a breath, those wide eyes on mine.

“Breathe.” I rear back, pulling almost all the way out, and caress her sweet face. “Take a breath for me, beautiful girl.”

She complies, and I push back in, and she moans now, her eyes almost rolling back in her head.

“There you go. God, you take me so well.” I start to move in long, slow strokes, savoring every touch, every pulse, each quiver coming from inside her.

“I’m going to suck your cock later,” she promises, then grins when I growl. “I’m going to swallow you down until I choke on you.”

“Fucking hell.” I’m fucking her hard now, unable to hold back. Every dirty word coming from her mouth is fuel for my own lust to chase the climax I feel building in my balls. “I can’t wait to fuck your throat.”

“ Yes. ” She starts to shiver beneath me, then clutches me as if she can climb me from this position. “Oh God. Oh, Connor, I’m right there.”

“Come for me. Do it, Billie.” I bite her neck, marking her, and she arches her back and clamps down on me so tight, I can’t help but let go and follow her over, spilling into her. “That’s it. Feel the mess you just made, bumble?”

“ We made that mess,” she murmurs with a satisfied smile as she tries to catch her breath.

“You’re a damn good dirty talker, angel,” I mutter against her as I roll us both onto our sides, facing each other, still joined together.

I never want to pull out of her.

“I’ve never done that before,” she admits and presses the sweetest kiss over my chest. “You must bring it out in me.”

I feel the rumble in my chest as I growl and hug her closer. “I’m glad that this side of you is mine alone.”

She’s so sweet as she smiles and reaches up to push a piece of my hair off my forehead.

“It’s never been like this before,” she says, her eyes serious now.

“No,” I confirm, dragging my hand down her spine to her arse and back up again to cup her neck in my palm. “No, it’s never been like this before.”

“It’s not just me, then. ”

I shake my head and kiss her forehead. If she needs reassurances from me that this is special, I’ll give them to her all day, every bloody day.

“I have to clean us up.” I start to pull away, but she tugs me closer and cups my cheek.

“Why don’t we go to the shower together this time?”

Without another word, I pull out of her, climb out of bed, and reach for her, tugging her with me.

“Great idea.”