Up in Smoke (Crossing the Line, #2)(47)

Erin’s stillness cut through the raging impulses commanding him to take. Take hard. He searched the reflection of her face and found her eyes closed tight, her hands trembling on the window still. Not okay. She’s not okay.

“Sweetheart, listen to me.” His voice didn’t even sound like him, but thankfully her eyes opened anyway. Trained on him with a trust and hope that called to the protector inside of him. Her protector. “Focus on the fire escape. Look. It’s just beyond the window. How many steps would it take you to get to the street?”

She licked her lips. “Twenty-two.”

“That’s right.” Her inner walls clenched around him and he bit back a curse. There was nothing he could do to stop his hips from rolling, pushing deeper. She moaned, but the sound of pleasure was tinged with an apprehension that tore at his chest. “Erin, I want to be your escape. Can you let me be that for a little while?”

“What if I can’t?”

“Then I stop.” His words were spoken beside her ear, concise and firm. “No matter what. No matter how far we get, I’ll stop. You’re more important.”

Their gazes held in the window for a few beats, the uncertainty draining from her expression to be replaced with awe. She pulled away slightly, then worked herself back down on his cock with a gasp. “Oh my God, Connor,” she choked out. “You feel so good.”

His hands squeezed the wooden frame until blisters abraded his palms. Don’t touch, just feel her. Let her feel you. Already, he wanted to erupt, could have come just from the sight of her gorgeous, upturned ass and splayed thighs, so he closed his eyes. Big mistake. It only amplified the sensation of her slowly riding up and down his length, testing him, getting used to his size. It only made her little sobs of surprise and pleasure sound like cannons firing off around him. He couldn’t stand still anymore; the animal he kept leashed inside wanted to roar to life and take over.

“Are you ready for the rest of it yet?” he rasped.

She slid halfway down his cock and back up. “The rest of it?”

Connor growled as he plunged the entire way inside her. “Goddammit, Erin. That’s what you asked for, now you’ll take it.” He pulled out and drove home again, drowning in her cries. “Jesus, you f*ck-tight girl, I can’t even move. Open your legs wider for it.”

Erin only hesitated a second before sliding her feet wider on the floor. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

“I’ll only stop if you ask me to.” He gave her a hard thrust. “But I’m going to make sure you don’t want to. Going to make sure you come so hard you crawl back begging for it next time.”

With his hands braced on the window frame and Erin bent forward, the only part of their bodies that touched was where they connected. It didn’t feel like it, though. Christ, not at all. If she was plastered against him, he couldn’t have felt any closer. Her gaze found his in the window as he increased the rhythm of his drives. She looked overcome, delirious. It made him want to complete that phase and send her straight into oblivion.

“Harder,” she screamed. “Please.”

Afraid if he went hard as he could, her head would go through the window, he gave her a sharp order to stand up. As soon as her back hit his chest, he walked her to the wall just beside the window and shoved her up against it, his cock still buried deep inside her. “You’re still right beside the window, sweetheart. You just have to say the word.”

“Okay.” She released a shaky breath, shifted her hips. “M-move, Connor.”

He laid his palms flat on the wall so she could see them, let his mouth hover just above her ear. “You feel how hard you made my dick? It’s been craving this tight, wet heaven between your legs.” He pushed high and deep, bringing her up on her toes. “Tell me it’s mine. Tell me it’s. All. Mine.”

She clawed at the wall, thighs writhing against his. “Yours,” she grated. “Yours.”

“That’s it, sweetheart. Wiggle around and make it harder.” His palms slipped on the wall as they were starting to sweat. He couldn’t hold back anymore. A growl ripped from his throat as his hips started to piston of their own accord. Her feet came completely off the ground as he slammed into her, again and again, pushing her higher against the wall. “Listen to me, Erin. I’m about to drain myself into your hot little *. And I will still stop. Because I don’t want to f*ck you like this once. I want to wreck you over and over again. I’ll do whatever it takes to achieve that.” He wedged her against the wall and dropped his hips to thrust at a different angle, memorizing the way she cried out in response. “Is it too much, Erin? If it is, you tell me. That’s a goddamn order.”

“If you stop I’ll die,” she breathed, seconds before her muscles tightened against him and she began shaking. “Holy shit, holy shit. Connor.”

Her hands flew backward to wrap around his neck, dragging his face down for a kiss. The way she stroked his tongue with her own, body still rocking on his cock as she orgasmed, sent him spinning into climax. He moaned loudly into her mouth as his own relief blasted through him. He pressed her to the wall one final time, pushing his draining erection as deep as it would go. Giving her everything.





Chapter Fifteen


Erin existed inside a kind of stunned void. Her breath sounded like wind funneling in her ears, her pulse pounding in so many parts of her body, she felt like she might break apart. But that would be impossible because she’d already done that. If she looked down, her body would be lying in a broken heap on the floor. Floor. The floor. She couldn’t feel it. Was she floating?