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Connor braced himself against the bed, bracing up against her, and she cried out. Shifting his right hand, he inserted the tip of his thumb between their bodies.

And immediately found her swollen clit.

Olivia jerked against his touch. “Oh, Connor,” she whispered.

Circling slowly, he watched her body move and recorded her cues, determined that she would find her first release before he did. Olivia swiveled and rocked against his touch, bouncing on her knees. She had no problem moving against him to find her own pleasure, and Connor loved that. Her body began to rock forward and back, and just when he didn’t think she could get any prettier, she orgasmed. The look on her face was incredible, a pained look of rapture as her body arched and tightened. Her fingernails tightened against his skin, and she sucked in a breath. Then she cried out his name and fell against him as her pleasure receded.

Drawing his hips down and lifting her hips up, he allowed his cock to lower, and when he rested her body down against his, the head of his cock landed naturally at her opening.

Connor went still, holding his breath as he tried to control his dick. Nirvana was right there, but he wanted to savor it. As soon as he was inside her, he was going to be racing the clock and he didn’t want to do that. Circling his hips, he teased her opening, feeling the lingering ripples of her orgasm. Sinking into her a little more, he breached her, just barely, then drew back. He did this several times, and she started shifting to meet him.

“You’re such a fucking tease,” she panted eventually, and he laughed. “My heart is going to beat out of my chest and…”

Then he arched up into her. Olivia moaned and immediately orgasmed again. Or maybe it was just a continuation of the first. Connor rolled with her jerks and pulses, feeling his own release barreling toward him. Gripped by her sweet heat, he didn’t try to curb it, just let it roll over him. It was one of the best orgasms he’d ever had, and he’d barely moved.

Olivia was quaking over top of him. Her wispy hair teased his lips, but he was too sated to move for a moment. The feeling of her laying against him, and the way they’d fit together… it had been perfect.

His cock slipped out of her body, and he knew he needed to move to dispose of the condom. “Are you okay?”

She nodded faintly against his neck. “I’ll move in a sec…”

They breathed each other in, and as hokey as it was, he thought their heartbeats might have beat in rhythm for a moment. Unexpectedly, his throat tightened, and he wrapped his arms around her to hold her to him, pressing a kiss to the side of her neck. She sighed and did the same to him. It was very sweet, and he didn’t usually go in for sweet.

Eventually she sat up, giving him a long, somewhat hesitant look. He knew what she was thinking. “Am I supposed to dump you now? Cuz it ain’t happening.”

Reaching up, he cupped her face and drew her down for a long, lingering kiss. Then he sat up with her in his arms, still holding her. “I’m going to want you here as long as you’ll stay,” he told her, completely blunt. “Whether it’s a few days or a few months, I don’t think I’m ever going to get my fill of you, Olivia Grant.”

Her eyes filled with tears, but she kissed him again, saying nothing.

He wished she would have said something similar, but he understood she was fearful.

“Do you want to go to the bathroom to clean up?”

“Yes.”

She started to shift away, but he shook his head. “Hold on.”

She did, and he scooted them to the edge of the bed, then carried her across to the bathroom. “Wanna just shower?”

“I think so.”

He set her down at the cupboard and cranked the shower on. While he waited for it to heat, he disposed of the condom. There was silence between them, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. He glanced at her in the mirror. There was a half-smile on her face as she watched his ass.

“I feel like a piece of meat,” he grumbled.

Her eyes jerked to his in the mirror and she flushed. Then she lifted her chin. “What can I say? You have a great ass.”

Connor check the temperature of the water, and it seemed perfect. He stepped into the shower first, then held a hand out to her. “My lady.”

Gripping his hand, she hopped into the tiled shower. It could have looked ridiculous, but it really didn’t. Olivia was an athletic woman, her thigh corded with muscle, and it was no wonder. It had to be strong, because it did the work of two legs. She stood solid on one leg as she began washing.

Connor found himself more and more impressed with her. “Have you ever busted your ass on the tile?”

Olivia rolled her eyes. “Too many times to count. Jeez. Both getting in and getting out. I have special textured mats in my home shower, but I see a little bit of everything when I’m doing contract work.” She held up her right arm. “Broke this a few years ago when I fell. Baylee had to come stay with me for two weeks till it healed enough I could do things.”

“Your family wouldn’t come out?”

She shrugged, rinsing her hands. “They probably would have if I’d told them. I didn’t want them in my house, though.”