Connor’s gaze meets mine, his eyes on fire. “Yeah?”
“Remember our first date? All that stuff about accelerators and brakes?”
He chuckles. “It’d be pretty hard to forget.”
“Well, is your engine revving yet?”
With a mischievous look, he pulls me to my feet to fully admire the lingerie. His hands trail over my skin, sending chills down my spine. In that class on our first official date, we’d both indicated lingerie was an accelerator.
He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me to him, kissing me hard but slow, like he’s drinking me in. When we part, he brings his lips to my ear and murmurs, “My engine’s been revving since you decided to talk dirty on the deck just out of earshot of our friends. But yeah, it’s definitely heated.”
I slip the robe off my shoulders as Connor tugs his T-shirt over his head. Then he just admires me, running his big palms along my sides. I press up on my toes to briefly kiss his lips.
He sheds his jeans and kicks them into the corner, then pulls me onto his lap on the bed. We kiss again, more urgently this time, my knees on either side of his hips, and I can feel his bulge pressing into my belly.
The need I have for him is insatiable, like no matter how many times I feel his body pressing into mine, I’ll always want more. More of him, more of this, more of us.
He brings his lips to the tender skin above my breast, kissing and sucking gently as his fingers fiddle with the clasp of my bra.
“Can I help you with that?” I ask, a slight tease in my voice.
He nips gently at my skin and growls, brushing his tongue over my nipple. Even through the lace, the sensation sends a shock to my core.
The hook of my bra unclasps, and Connor groans in triumph. As I toss it to the floor, he takes my nipple in his mouth, rolling it under his tongue. I grind down into him in response, and he groans again, but this time it comes from somewhere deeper and darker inside him.
“Do you remember what else we talked about that night?” I ask between breaths.
He looks up at me and nods, his cock twitching in his briefs. “We talked about a lot of things.”
“Anything you want to do, I’m game.”
His eyebrows rise. “Anything?”
I nod. “I said I like to try new positions, didn’t I?”
His lips curl into a smile, and he presses his face into my chest. “You’re going to be the death of me, you know that?”
I shrug and nibble at his ear. “There are worse ways to go.”
Connor laughs, his breath hot against my skin. He kisses my neck and lies back on the bed, spinning me around and dragging my hips toward him until I’m aligned over his face.
This is something I’ve been thinking about nonstop since it came up in the game of yes or no, and I’m relieved that this is his choice. I wasn’t lying when I said I was game for anything, but the two of us pleasuring each other at the same time has been at the top of my to-do list for weeks now.
He presses his lips to the dampness of my panties. I moan and arch my back, holding on to his hips for stability. Okay, this is going to take a lot more focus than I thought.
“Fuck, babe, you’re so wet,” he murmurs.
I pull at the elastic of his briefs until his cock springs free. God, I’ve missed this. Since I moved in, we haven’t been able to keep our hands off each other, and still, none of it ever feels like enough.
He pushes my panties to the side and kisses my center just as I take his length in my mouth. We groan simultaneously. It’s magic.
Raw need pulses between us, and the pleasure is almost blinding.
Connor murmurs sweet and dirty things into my flesh between swipes of his tongue. How good I taste, how much he adores me, how happy he is. My heart is filled with emotion, and my body sings with pleasure. I never imagined being so worshipped and happy. It’s almost disorienting.
And this is only the beginning . . .
19
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JESSA
Six months later
“All right, kid, here’s the sitch.”
With a little extra effort, I kneel down to Marley’s level on the foam play mat. It’s not easy in my figure-hugging date-night dress and heels that still need some breaking into.
Marley’s big blue eyes peek out from under her dark curls and find mine despite her latest obsession—actively gnawing on the ear of a new bunny friend, courtesy of Uncle Hayes. At this age, she’s always got something in her mouth.
“Aunt Penny and Uncle Wolfie are coming by soon. They’re gonna watch you while your daddy and I go on a date. Remember Aunt Penny and Uncle Wolfie?”
Marley gurgles, smacking her wet lips together until she . . . makes a dolphin sound? Unclear.
“Eeooo!”
Yep, that’s definitely a dolphin sound.
I laugh, shaking my head in disbelief. “Yes, that’s right. Uncle Wolfie is coming.”
“Eeoooooo!”
“That’s her saying ‘Wolfie’?”
I turn to find Connor standing over us, fastening the cuff links on his crisp white button-up.
Well, hot damn. He’s looking all kinds of fine in his date-night suit, a sharp gray number that makes his green eyes pop like freaking traffic lights and ignites my libido into overdrive.
“How long has she been barking?” He holds out a hand to me and pulls me to my feet.
“Honestly, I have no idea. And I thought it was more like a dolphin,” I say with a sigh as Connor chuckles and gazes down at Marley with adoration. “Scarlett and Mare hogged her the whole time at the Christmas party, and I can see them planting that seed.”
Connor laughs, a sound that reverberates straight through my core and down to my toes.
You’d think my immense attraction to this man would have, I don’t know, chilled out since we started living together full time six months ago. But these ovaries say, Chilled out? Chilled out, who? So, here I am, still getting hot and bothered when Connor so much as breathes in my direction.
“Well, Wolfie and Pen can decide if it’s worth fixing that when they arrive.” Connor checks his watch, and I just enjoy the sight of him, still amazed that he can make noting the time look sexy. “By the way, did she text you an ETA?”
“Yup,” I murmur, centering a hand on his chest as I lean into his broad frame to kiss him on the cheek. I can’t help myself anymore. Just a taste before date night really gets going. “They should be here any second.”
“Not soon enough.”
He growls, dipping his head down to kiss me hungrily on the neck. My giggles are embarrassingly explosive.
Connor catches my lips in a slow, easy kiss—the kind of kiss I could easily lose hours of my life to. And even though all of my nerve endings are lit up like Christmas lights, the clock is ticking and date night hasn’t even begun yet, so I pull back—but not before kissing him with everything I’ve got.
Without another word, he takes over baby supervision so I can scamper off to the bathroom and put some finishing touches on my makeup.
It’s kind of impressive how we can so easily pass the guardian baton between us now, sharing so many months of caretaking together. Marley isn’t my daughter, but that doesn’t matter. Connor makes sure of it. We’re a family now.