Wicked Sexy (Wicked Games #2)(30)

“God you’re so hard and big and good it’s so f*cking good I love it oh God Conner I love it please don’t ever stop!”

Yes. The sensation that sweeps through my body is one big, epic yes.

I roll her to her back, take her face in my hands, kiss her deeply, and thrust into her.

Hard.

Moaning into my mouth, she throws her arms around my neck, wraps her legs around my back, and moves her body in perfect counterpoint to my every thrust.

And I’m gone. Destroyed. The restraint I’d been so carefully maintaining snaps. I become a slave to sensation, to instinct. With some vague part of my brain I hear the sounds I’m making, the animal grunts and groans, but I don’t care. In part because she’s making the same sounds, but from her they’re deeply sexy, viscerally beautiful.

She sounds, tastes and feels like art, she smells like heaven, she f*cks like she’s possessed, and she is the single most perfect woman I’ve ever met in my entire existence on this planet.

My final coherent thought is I’m so f*cked.

Her * clenches around my cock once, and then again. Her body stiffens. She sucks in a sharp breath through her nose. I slide my hand over her ass, find the tight, puckered bud between her cheeks. When I stroke it, she shudders and makes a sound like a plea.

I gently push. Her body opens to me. I push deeper, sinking my finger to the knuckle, and Tabby convulses around my cock.

I try to hold on, desperate to experience everything just a moment longer because I know tomorrow it will all be gone, but my body is relentlessly pushing me toward the end that aches inside me, and all I can do is helplessly ride the wave of pleasure as it crests over me, breaks, and sends me crashing into oblivion with the boom of thunder in my ears and her name a strangled cry on my lips.





Twelve





Connor




Near dawn, the rain tapered off. I was awake to hear the wind die too, and the sounds of a new day beginning: birds chirping, the hushed murmur of voices down the hall, the low drone of a garbage truck lumbering down the street.

Outside the world is stirring, but here, in this shadowed room, in this warm, rumpled bed, I’ll make time stand still for as long as I can.

Tabby is a soft weight beside me. Her head tucked into my shoulder, she slept deeply all night. Now with the first of the day’s light, her breathing changes. With a quiet sigh, she shifts against me. Her eyes drift open. Sleepily blinking, she looks up at me, and I experience a tightness in my chest at the simple pleasure of watching her come awake in my arms.

Her shy smile unwinds the knot of worry in my stomach. I didn’t know how it would be, if she would bolt in horror or be filled with regret, but she’s smiling at me so sweetly, I let the anxiousness go and gently press my lips to hers.

“Good morning.”

“Good morning.” Her voice is drowsy and warm. “I suppose I have you to thank for my incredible night’s sleep.”

The tightness in my chest turns into an ache that I’m astonished to realize is happiness. I can’t think of anything to say but a husky “You’re welcome.”

She gazes at me in silence for a long moment, and then curls a finger around the chain on my neck and uses my dog tags as a leash to pull me down.

Then we’re kissing. Slow, amazing kisses that ignore the clock, the rising sun, everything we have ahead of us. Her arms slide around my neck. Our legs tangle together. I grow hard.

With a soft laugh she says, “You’re insatiable.”

“Yes.” The word is raw in my throat. “For you.”

She traces the outline of my lips with her fingertip. Her touch is tender, thoughtful, and sends a rush of hope through me. Hope that’s smashed when she says, “So our one night is over.”

I swallow. There isn’t a word for what I’m feeling or a way to deny the obvious truth of her statement, so I say nothing at all.

Softer, with such innocent hesitance it nearly breaks my heart, Tabby asks, “And…what did you think?”

Groaning, I drop my head and hide my face in her neck.

Mistaking my longing for something else, she tenses. “I’m sorry. That was stupid of me—”

“I loved it. Every minute.” I say it roughly, against her neck so she can’t see the wild hunger in my eyes. I’m afraid of what she might do if she sees how much I want to keep her. How much I want her to be mine.

A shade of the tension fades from her body. After a while she says quietly, “It’s still early.”

I lift my head and stare at her. Color suffuses her cheeks. Her lashes sweep downward.

She clarifies her meaning by wordlessly pressing her pelvis to mine.

“And I’m the insatiable one? You’re downright greedy!” I tease, enormously pleased. I’m even more pleased when she echoes my words from moments before, with a smile made all the more beautiful because it’s genuine.

“Yes. For you. Now make love to me before you say something stupid and ruin the moment.”

With a glad heart, a hard cock, and a head full of possibilities, I oblige.



Afterward, I drowse. When I awake several hours later, I’m dehydrated, disoriented—

And alone.

“Fuck,” I mutter, leaping out of bed. I grab my watch from the dresser and check the time. It’s late, much later than I thought. I jump into my pants, drag a clean T-shirt over my head, strap my watch to my wrist and shove my feet into my boots. I’m about to call Tabby’s room when I notice a note on the floor near the door.