It doesn’t take Connor long to arrive. The door squeals when he opens it in a rush. I haven’t moved from my spot by the mirror, and I watch him through the reflection, pressing my fingers to the glass.
“You came,” I murmur.
“Did you think I wouldn’t when you sent this?” He waves his phone and tosses it on the bed as he crosses the room to me. On the way he loses his black muscle shirt, leaving him in only his short swimsuit and a perfect view of the sculpted indents in his hips. “Shit, I’ve been thinking about you all day. About this.”
He pulls me to my feet and swoops in for a kiss that leaves me breathless. His skin is warm from an afternoon in the sun.
Putting my hand on his chest, I lean back from his kiss. “You know, I opened Instagram to see if my friend Maisy had posted, but I saw the party at the lake instead.”
“Yeah?” Connor is distracted, kissing his way down my neck. He hums against my heated skin and makes me shudder.
“Well, I was surprised to see there was a party. That you were there.” My breath hitches when he finds a sensitive spot. “And…the girl you were with in the pictures I saw.”
Connor stills. “What girl?”
“Bailey? She’s on the dance squad.” I suck my bottom lip into my mouth as he stares at me. “I’m not the girl you were with at the lake.”
“No. You’re not.”
A sound rumbles in Connor’s chest as he wraps me in his arms, picking me up. I squeal when he lifts me off the ground, surprised by his strength. He crosses the room and deposits me on the bed. Another growl leaves him while he fumbles with my jumpsuit.
“Always with the complicated outfits,” he mutters, figuring out he needs to yank down the straps.
Once he has me down to my bra and underwear, he descends on the birthmark on my thigh, sucking on it until I’m pretty sure I’ll have a hickey. I like that, the idea of him branding my skin with his marks. Proof that we had this moment.
Lifting his head, he pins me with his gray eyes. “If I wanted that chick, I wouldn’t be here. Why would I want her when I only want a little beam of sunshine who drives me fucking crazy?” He keeps his gaze locked with mine as he licks my birthmark. “You’re who I’m with. No other girl matters to me. Only you, baby.”
My fingers claw at the bedding, a hazy fog of desire clouding my head. But this is important and I have to make sure he understands.
“How can I believe you really want me? You only kiss me in the dark.” I sit up and face him in only my bra and panties. “The hall when no one was around. The coatroom. In here.” My chest rises and falls. “You pretend I don’t exist otherwise, like you always have.” My voice cracks and my eyes sting. “I can’t be invisible anymore, Connor.”
“Sunshine,” he rasps, cradling my face in his hands as his brow furrows. “I swear, I wasn’t keeping you a secret. I’m sorry I made you doubt I want this. What will it take to prove it to you? I’ll kiss you at school whenever I see you. You’ll be dizzy from my kisses.”
The fear clogging my throat vanishes. I give him a wet, breathy laugh. “You don’t have to go that far. But a date to the dance would be nice.”
“Dance?”
“Winter formal. It’s not for a while still, but…”
Connor gives me a lopsided smile and climbs off the bed to sink to one knee. “Well, this is a little impromptu because my girl needs it, but I want you to imagine the flowers I would totally be presenting you with right now. Got it?”
I grin. “Got it. How many flowers?”
“The whole florist supply, obviously. Jesus, what do you take me for, baby? My girl gets the whole world.”
For a first time boyfriend, he’s definitely got the right idea. Has Connor Bishop been hiding a secret romantic waiting to be unleashed? The thought makes me smile wider.
“Do I now?”
“Mhm. Now hush so I can ask you a very important question. Thea Kennedy, my bright sunbeam,” he starts and I cover my face with my hands. “Hey, look at me. You’re gonna miss it.” He pries my hands away and holds my hips. “Can I take you to the dance?”
I lean in to kiss him. He lets me for a minute, humming as he sucks on my lip. Then he pulls back and lifts his brows.
“Well?”
“Oh, you wanted an answer? I thought it was a given.”
“Tch. Girl, please.” He pulls a face and clutches his chest dramatically. “You’ve got my angsty teen heart on the line here. Put me out of my misery.”
Laughing, I slide my arms around his neck and kiss his nose. “Yes, Connor Bishop. You can take me to the dance.”
“That’s my girl. Now where were we?”
Connor takes my mouth and guides my legs around his waist, lifting me from the bed in a smooth move. He carries me back to the mirror and presses my bare back against it without breaking the kiss. I’m dizzy with want, my body thrumming. My hips roll against his muscled torso. He undoes the clasp on my bra with a deft flick of his fingers and buries a hand down the back of my underwear to squeeze my ass.
“Mm, these are nice. Silky. Loose ‘em.” He lowers me to my feet and smacks my ass. Spinning me to face the mirror, he helps me out of them as I brace a hand against the mirror. I moan as my bra drops along with my panties. “Look at yourself. That’s fucking hot.”
My skin prickles with excitement.
In the reflection, Connor stands behind me, still wearing his trunks, which are tented as he grinds his hard cock against my bare ass with a groan. He pulls my thick curls off my neck and sinks his teeth into my pulse point, sending a hot burst of pleasure straight to my core. With his other hand, he rolls one of my nipples between his fingers before dragging his fingers down my body to dip between my legs, sliding through the wetness already coating my thighs.
“Oh shit,” I gasp, bucking into his touch and back against his hardness. “That feels—ah! So good.”
Connor’s rough chuckle does things to my insides, twisting them in knots of lust. He makes me wild in a way nothing else ever has. With him, I forget to hate what’s in the mirror, only face it with bravery as he pushes the proof of his attraction against my backside. He loses his swimsuit and pulls me against his chest, feeling all of him.
It’s unlike anything I’ve ever imagined, and I’m lost to the heat of his body, his firm muscles, his cock brushing my own flushed skin.
“Watch yourself while I make you come,” Connor commands.
My eyes almost flutter shut, too overwhelmed by everything, but he chides me with his lips against my ear, murmuring his encouragement.
“Look, sunshine. See how your pretty blue eyes get all dark when I touch you here?” His fingers circle my clit and it’s all I can do to stay standing. “That feel good?”
“Yes! God, yes.” I lean my head back against his shoulder, obeying his demand to watch as he kicks my legs a little further apart and cups my pussy. I bite my lip, tempted to rock against the pressure of his palm until I come, my hips shifting restlessly as he teases between my folds. “Connor. Please.”
His amused huff fans over my neck in a hot breath. “Listen to you beg for me. So needy.”