Page 29 of Where We Bloom (The Blackwells of Montana #3)

After a moment, he pulls out, and I can feel the mess of us run down my thigh, but it just makes me laugh in surprise. He just railed me against the wall because he missed me.

That doesn’t suck.

“I’ll be right back.” But first, I turn around and pull him down to kiss me. “And for the record, I missed you, too.”

He flashes that sexy-as-all-get-out grin before I pull away and go clean myself up in the bathroom.

When I walk back out, mostly cleaned up, I find him leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest. He’s a sight to behold.

“We’re walking to your place from here,” he informs me, surprising me.

“We are? Won’t Miller be mad?”

“Miller works for me , not the other way around, and it’s a lovely summer evening. I want to take a stroll with you, angel.”

I can’t help but smile at him.

“Unless your feet hurt in those death traps you call shoes.”

“My death traps are perfectly comfortable,” I reply as I take his offered hand, and we walk out the front door. “Oh, but my car is parked out back.”

“I’ll have Miller handle it.”

“Poor Miller. He shouldn’t have to do that.”

Connor laughs and kisses the back of my hand. “Trust me, Miller’s just fine.”

I lock the door, set the alarm, and then, with my hand clutched in his and our fingers laced, we walk side by side down the sidewalk toward my house.

“Tell me about your ideal home library,” he says, making me frown up at him.

“What do you mean?”

“If you could dream up any library you’d have in a home, what would it look like?”

“I mean, there are factors here. How big could it be? How much light is there? I used the formal dining room in my house and converted it into a small library, and I like it, but it’s really small. ”

“It could literally be anything you want, bumble.”

I blink at that, thinking it over, then I pull my phone out of my cross-body handbag.

“I just so happen to have an entire Pinterest board dedicated to this topic.” I tap the screen, select the app, and once I’ve found what I’m looking for, I show it to the sexy man walking next to me.

“I love the idea of a room with a monochromatic design. Personally, I’d love a sage green or a pretty blue, like this one.

So the walls, the trim, and the bookshelves are all the same because I’d want to showcase the books.

I’d want brass hardware and light fixtures, and I’d have these super deep, comfortable chairs with ottomans.

Little tables at the side to hold a drink and maybe a snack. ”

I glance up to see if he’s listening, and he’s staring down at my phone intently as if he’s taking mental notes.

“Send that to me,” he says.

“I’m not done.” I flip to another photo. “See how the shelves are floor to ceiling? That’s a must-have. I don’t want to waste any space at the top of the bookcase.”

“Send it all to me, bumble.”

I shake my head and close out of the app, but before I can pop the phone back in my purse, a text comes in from my cousin, Gabe, and the notification shows the beginning of his message.

Gabe: Hey, beautiful, I have a question …

Connor stops walking, and I look up at him. “What’s wrong? ”

“Who in the bloody fucking shite is Gabe ?”

I blink at him, then look back down at my phone and open the message so I can read the whole thing.

Gabe: Hey, beautiful, I have a question. Do you happen to know when Alex’s birthday is? Adam and I want to surprise her with something, and I need to know if I can make it a part of her birthday present or if that’s too far away. Help a guy out.

I turn the phone up to show him the screen and watch as Connor’s eyes narrow. He reads the text, then his eyes jump up to mine.

“Gabe is one of the guys Alex went home with that night at the bar. He’s also my cousin. That’s how he has my number. Alex and the guys have decided that that wasn’t just a one-night deal, and they’re in a relationship, all three of them. She told us about it tonight.”

I slip my phone into my purse, then close the distance between us, wrap my arms around Connor’s middle, and press my face to his chest, hugging him close. I both love and hate his jealousy. I don’t have anything to hide from my amazing billionaire.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers before he kisses the top of my head and wraps his arms around me.

“Don’t be.” I press my lips over his heart. “I’d have been jealous, too. I don’t mind if you get a little jealous now and then.”

I tip my head back to look up into his face, and I have to take a breath because his eyes burn with intensity .

“But you need to know that you’re the only man in my life, and when you told me that I’m all you see, it works both ways, Connor. You can go through my phone if you want and put the tracking app on it so you always know where I am. I don’t care because I will never betray you like that. I?—”

Before I can get another word out, he’s framed my face, and his lips have crushed mine in a hot, desperate kiss that feels so different from any of the kisses we’ve shared.

My head spins, and I moan against him. When he pulls back, we’re both breathing hard as he brushes his thumb along my lower lip.

“I don’t want or need to go through your phone, angel. I trust you implicitly. I simply don’t take kindly to seeing another man’s name call my woman beautiful. ”

“I am beautiful,” I remind him, making the edges of his lips tip up. “So you’d better stay at the top of your game, billionaire.”

“Is that so?”

I laugh and turn to continue walking to my house. “I love summer because it stays light out so late. It’s almost ten, and the sun hasn’t even set yet. Is Ireland far enough north to still be light out this late?”

“Aye, it is,” he replies. “The days are long in the summer and short in the winter, just like here.”

“Does it snow?”

He smiles down at me and tucks my hair behind my ear. “Mostly just in the high country. For the most part, winter is rainy and dark. Dreary. ”

I nod as we turn down my block. My house is just three doors down.

“That must be why Skyla loves the snow so much here. She’s trying to talk me into going skiing this year.” I make a face at that as we walk up to my front door.

“Not a skier then, are you?”

“No. Hell no. It’s too cold for that. This past winter, the day after I met you, in fact, Birdie and my brothers talked me into going up to the resort for sledding since it had snowed so much.”

I push inside my house and toss my keys on the table next to the door, then immediately kick out of my shoes.

“I went up there, but no. I didn’t sled. I watched and drank hot chocolate. Took pictures. Threw snowballs at my brothers. Then we relaxed in the lodge.”

“If you don’t like to sled, why did you go?”

“Because my family wanted me there, and I love watching Birdie play.”

I sit on the couch and wiggle my toes, thankful to be off my feet. Connor sits on the coffee table in front of me. He lifts my foot into his lap and starts to massage it, making me moan.

“You never should have shown me that talent you have there.” I lean my head back and moan.

“And why is that?”

“Because now I’ll expect this kind of treatment on the regular.”

“And you’ll get it.” He lifts my foot and kisses the pad of my big toe, making me scrunch up my nose.

“Ew. I’ve been on those feet all day, you know. ”

“It doesn’t bother me.” He digs his thumb into the arch of my foot, making me moan again. “Keep making that noise, and I’ll have to get you naked again.”

I open one eye and stare at him for a second, then moan.

Suddenly, I’m in the air, on his shoulder, and he’s marching down the hallway to the bedroom.

“Connor!”

“I warned you.” He drops me on the bed, his smile feral as he unbuttons his shirt. “Now you pay the consequences.”

“Consequences of what?”

“Being sexy as fuck.”

He sets me on my feet next to the bed and pulls my dress over my head in one swift motion. I’m in a simple bralette and thong, and I’m pulling his shirt out of his jeans, exposing the abs that make me lose my mind.

“Christ Jesus, you’ve a body that would make the gods weep,” he says as his hands drift down my chest to my breasts, almost reverently.

“Naked.” I’m pushing at his clothes. “Get naked, Connor.”

He complies, then we’re on the bed, and he’s pulling my panties down my hips and pressing them to his nose. His eyes close, and he hums, then sets them aside before spreading my legs wide and leaning in to lick my entire slit, making my hips buck.

“So bloody wet,” he mutters in a rough voice before diving in and sinking his tongue inside me. “Look at this needy pussy. I can taste both of us down here, baby. ”

His fingers replace his tongue, and now he’s sucking on my clit, and I’m writhing on the bed. Is that my voice, whimpering, begging, crying out?

“Connor.”

“What do you need, angel?”

“You. Please.”

“Tell me, a ghrá . Use your words.”

I don’t know what the Gaelic means, but it sounds so fucking sexy, it sends me closer to coming apart.

“Inside me.” That’s all I can get out. My hands are in his hair, pulling on him. “Please. I need you inside me.”

He moves fast, covering me, and his mouth slides over mine, so gently this time that it almost brings tears to my eyes. “You’re all I see, angel.”

I hitch my leg up higher on his hip as I reach between us and take his thick, hard length in my hand. I lead him to me, moving the crown through my wet folds, making his eyes close on a sigh.

“Connor. Please.”

Those gorgeous eyes open, and he sinks inside me, making us both moan with it.

He starts to move, watching me as he pushes in and out of me. “Do you feel how wet you are?”

“Yes.” Reaching between us again, I cover my finger in the wetness, then brush it over my clit, making me clench harder, and his jaw tenses.

He pushes the bralette up, freeing my breasts, and clenches his mouth around one nipple, pulling hard, and my back arches up off the bed.

“Connor.”

“That’s right.” He’s moving harder, faster, and it’s the perfect tempo.

“I’m right there.”

He doesn’t change a thing , which is exactly what I need.

“Come for me, a ghrá. Come all over my cock.” He nibbles my neck and grinds his pelvis against my hand, pushing it harder against my clit. That’s all it takes to send me careening into a climax.

Before I’m down from that high, Connor pulls out of me, flips me over, tugs one of my arms behind my back, then plunges right back inside me.

“Holy shit!”

He’s a man possessed, slapping his hips against my ass as he holds my arm, pushing it into my back. “Fuck, baby, you’re so tight. So goddamn perfect.”

I moan as I manage to push back against him, despite his tight hold on me, and with only two more thrusts, he’s coming inside me, rutting into me so hard and for so long, it doesn’t feel like it’ll ever stop.

But when it does, he pulls out, lets go of my arm, and collapses next to me, pulling me against his side.

“Christ, did I hurt you?”

I shake my head and brush the hair off his forehead.

“Absolutely not.”