Page 42 of Girl Long Gone

Connor released his hold around her and brushed a long strand of hair away from her face, tucking it behind her neck. “Absolutely nothing. I want you so damn much, but I need to make sure this is what you want. That you’re ready. I plan on being in your life for as long as you want me. This doesn’t have to happen now.”

How in the world could this man continue to surprise her with his kindness? She smiled and scooted toward the headboard, climbing to her knees, her gaze locked on his. She wanted him more than she’d ever wanted anything, and she needed to show him. Needed him to know without a single doubt this was her choice, and she would never regret it. “I want you, too, Connor. Now.” She didn’t want to waste any more time with words. They had all the time in the world to talk...after.

Pushing past the hesitation stealing her courage, she pulled her T-shirt and sports bra over her head then straightened her shoulders and sat in front of him. The beams of light shone on her bare skin, and she lifted her chin, unafraid of the scars she’d always kept hidden. She wanted him to see her—all of her.

Connor climbed on the bed, stalking toward her on his hands and knees. His gaze stayed fixed on her face.

Her heart hammered against her rib cage, and she swallowed hard. He gently grazed his fingers over the puckered scar on her abdomen. Over and around the lightened skin that taunted her daily.

“What happened?” His thick voice made the words small in the quiet room.

She didn’t want to talk about it. Not now. She’d tell him everything later. For this one moment, she just wanted to enjoy being a woman in the arms of a man she was falling for. “Later. I promise.”

He grabbed her hips and pressed his lips to the scars. He kissed away any self-consciousness still clinging to her psyche.

“Connor,” she said on a rush of breath.

He raised to his knees and held her close. Her breasts pressed against his ribs, their hearts pounding together. She raised her mouth to meet his and ran her hands over the rigid muscles in his shoulders, lowering her palms until they hit the elastic band of his shorts. She dipped her fingers into the thin material and pushed down until it slipped over his ass.

Connor growled and made quick work of releasing himself from the rest of his clothes. “Your turn,” he said with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

She nodded, unable to glance away from his thick cock.

He pounced, crushing her to the bed. His lips brushed against her ear, nibbling at her lobe, then trailed down her jawline and over her neck. He slid his hands over her thighs, parting her legs so his hand could dip between them. He cupped her center, rubbing his thumb against her yoga pants as his mouth captured her breast. She arched her back and squirmed against his fingers.

“I thought it was my turn,” she said between ragged breaths. “Let me take off my pants.”

Connor didn’t move his hand, just continued to torment her through the thin black fabric. The combination of his fingers pressing against her clit and his tongue flicking over her nipple caused a wave of pleasure to overtake her. Her thigh muscles clenched, and she squeezed them against his hand.

His warm breath poured over her skin. “Oh, this is fun.”

She dug her hands into his firm ass cheeks and whimpered. “This is torture.”

He blew a breath across her other nipple before taking the tender nub between his teeth. He brought his hands to her hips, dipped them into her pants and panties, and slid both over her legs until nothing separated his body from hers. The hardness of his shaft pressed against her, and she ground against him, needing him to be inside her.

“Hold on a second.” His hoarse voice caused gooseflesh to erupt over her skin. He leaned to the nightstand and opened a drawer. “Thank God.”

He straightened and fell back on his knees at her feet. The air cooled without his hot skin pressed against her, but it did nothing to extinguish the flames licking to life inside her. She kept her gaze on him as he ripped open a foil packet and pulled out a condom. Thankfully, one of them had kept their wits, because no way had she the awareness to stop him from plunging inside her without protection.

She hoisted herself up on her elbows and grabbed the condom. Rising to meet him, she placed the condom on the head of his penis and slowly slid it over the ridges of his shaft. Connor shuddered, and his chest rose and fell with each ragged breath he took. She tightened her grasp around him, his thick width making her pulse quicken.

“God, Evelyn. I want to be inside you before I cum.”

She glanced at him with rounded eyes, trying to appear innocent. But how innocent could she really look when she sat naked in front of him with his hard penis in her hand? “I don’t know what you mean.” She squeezed his penis and rubbed the thick pad of her thumb across his length.

A deep, lusty chuckle poured from his throat, and he leaned forward, pinning her back to the bed again. “You know damn well what I’m talking about.” He reached down and found her center with his fingers. Her muscles quivered, and moisture flowed from deep inside her.

She bucked her hips, pushing him deeper and deeper. But it wasn’t enough. “I want you now. All of you.”

Connor pulled back, gripped her hips, and repositioned himself between her legs. Evelyn wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him deeper inside her. He felt so damn good. She curled her fingers into his shoulders, and he stared deep into her eyes. Her heart flipped, and fireworks exploded in the pit of her stomach. Happiness engulfed her and moisture threatened to fill her eyes. She blinked it back.

He wouldn’t understand it wasn’t sadness or regret, but a fierce, raw joy she’d never imagined she’d find.

He rocked his hips forward, plunging deeper, harder, faster. They moved together, their bodies becoming one. She kept her gaze on his face, not wanting to miss one second of his pleasure. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead. She grabbed the back of his neck and brought him to her, tasting the salty sweat and the warmth of his mouth. She licked into him, her tongue diving, devouring, demanding.

He thrust hard and rocked against her clit. Her muscles spasmed on a delicious wave. She dug her nails into his back and squeezed her legs harder around him, holding on as he pushed her over the edge. Pleasure shot through her, and she threw her head back, savoring every blissful moment. He pressed his lips to the curve of her neck and continued thrusting. Her pleasure grew, spiraling higher and higher until she thought she’d never come down.

One more plunge, one more kiss, one more mind- shattering sensation and her body went limp. Connor grunted and groaned, the lines of his face clenched, and her name slipped from his lips. He collapsed on top of her, his body still, his breathing hard.