Come Back for Me (Arrowood Brothers #1)(76)

“I’m sorry you lost someone.”

Connor’s hand wraps around my wrist, and he pulls me back to his front. “I’ve lost a lot of people in my life, and God, I pray I never lose you.”

“You never will.”

His eyes close as his forehead rests on mine. “I’m trying to be patient, but you’re killing me, love. I need to touch your perfect skin,” he says as his hand roams down my side. “I need to kiss every inch of you.” His lips find purchase on my upper chest, right above where I really want his mouth again. “I want to feel myself inside you.” I make an incoherent sound of pleasure as he lays me back down. “But right now, I really want to make you come on my tongue.”

And then I’m pretty sure I melt into oblivion. “Connor,” I say, not really sure what I’m asking for. I want him, but God, it’s been so long since anyone has cared about me or my pleasure.

I don’t even know what I like or want.

“What, love?”

“I just . . . it’s been . . . I don’t know.”

“Shh,” he coos. “Just tell me if I do something you don’t like.”

I release a deep breath and try to relax. He will never hurt or force me to do something I don’t want or like. I have to trust him, and I do.

He parts my legs, and then kisses the insides of my thighs. I relax as much as I can with equal amounts of nerves and desire swirling around. Then I feel his mouth move down toward the juncture of my legs, and my breathing is so heavy my head is swimming.

“Relax, Ellie, I’m going to make you feel good.”

And then he does. His tongue swipes against my opening, drawing pleasure from me in a way I haven’t felt since . . . him. He licks, sucks, and teases my clit, pushing me higher and higher and then easing me back down. He does this a few times, which makes me want to scream, cry, and beg him to never stop. It feels so good I almost can’t take it.

I’m panting and holding the sheets in a death grip as an orgasm sits on the brink of exploding. I call out his name, and he sucks harder and then flicks his tongue. Then I’m gone.

Everything is light and perfect and I never want to come down.

He crawls up the length of my body, and I stare at him, wondering how the hell we ever found each other again and what a stroke of luck it was. I take advantage of this position and move to his jeans, needing to touch him.

He helps me get them off and then my breathing catches. He’s magnificent. His cock is thick and long, and everything I remember and have fantasized over. My fingers wrap around him and start to move. Connor’s eyes close, and I need him to talk. The silence is deafening.

“Am I doing it right?”

“Oh, love, you couldn’t do it wrong. You touch me, and I’m in fucking heaven.”

He shifts a little, lying on his side and this angle is much better. Our lips meet again as I continue to stroke him. “I want you to make love to me,” I say. “Now, Connor. I need you.”

He kisses me harder and then moves so he’s on top of me.

His lips are back on mine as he settles himself between us. We look at each other, and I have to get out all that’s inside me. It’s too much. The emotion, the pleasure, the feelings that I can’t contain. “I love you. I love you because you make me happy. You give without want, and I have never had that. I love you because you loved Hadley and me before you knew we were truly yours, but I am yours, Connor. I think in some way, I always have been. Please, take me and love me.”

He doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t have to. I see everything in his heart in those gorgeous green eyes. I feel what his soul is saying as his lips claim mine and he slowly slides into me, changing my own soul irrevocably.





Chapter Thirty-Four


Connor





I’m going to hell.

I can’t seem to care enough about the descent to get there to stop. My entire plan was thrown out the door when she begged. Denying her was impossible, and I had to have her just once.

I know I’m a bastard. There isn’t a doubt in my mind that she’ll hate me for this, but at least I can hold this night with me when she’s gone.

“That was . . .” Ellie says, trying to catch her breath.

It was every fantasy I’ve ever had.

It was every fantasy I never knew to have.

It was everything I hoped and feared, and it’ll be the last time.

“Yeah,” I say, lying on my back, staring up at the ceiling, and wishing to God I could have more time. “It was.”

She curls against my side, her arm resting on my chest, and I hold her tighter. I keep telling myself to say the words, to tell her what I know and give her the truth, but then I bargain for another moment. I would go back in time, do anything to undo the past, but I can’t, and I hate myself more than I can ever express.

All I want is to make her happy, and now, something that happened eight years ago—something that changed both of our lives but was neither of our doing—is going to force me to break her heart. In turn, it will destroy mine.

I always thought that if I ever told someone about what happened, the weight would be lifted from me. For so long, I’ve held it in, pushed it from my mind so that I could live with myself. How wrong I was. I would do anything to keep it inside until the end of time.