Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 138287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 691(@200wpm)___ 553(@250wpm)___ 461(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 691(@200wpm)___ 553(@250wpm)___ 461(@300wpm)
He peered down at me as he undid the top button of his jeans. I swallowed hard as he slowly lowered the zipper. When the vee of the denim opened, my eyes widened and I turned away, flushing.
My voice was hoarse. “You’re not wearing underwear.”
Oh lord. I now understood what Beth meant when she said Lee had a nice cock.
It seemed Connor had one of those too.
“C’mere,” he instructed, pulling me up to kneel on the comforter. His eyes were on me, watching my discomfort, my unfamiliarity in this situation, and he smiled. “Kiss me.”
My nipples hardened at the need in his voice.
I wanted him so badly. My insides were alight. And as I shuffled forward, Connor gently tugged at the hem of my plain white tee. A moment’s pause and then I lifted my arms in silent permission. He raised it up, over my head, leaving me in my white cotton bra. When I went to remove my glasses, he pulled my hand away. His fingertips trailed my jaw and he looked me deep in the eye. “Leave ‘em on.”
Face flushed with desire, I ran my hands up his chest to grasp his shoulders. I leaned up, reaching for him, and he lowered his lips to mine, giving me the connection I so badly craved. His lips were soft and he took his time, making love to my mouth. When his tongue brushed mine, a soft whine escaped me, and his arms wrapped around me, holding me close.
The mood intensified until he punished me with his mouth and bruising kisses.
And I took it all.
Carefully, Connor guided me down onto my back. His fingers worked quickly and then my jeans were being torn down my legs. Grinning, he flipped me onto my stomach and climbed onto the bed, his harsh gaze landing on my bottom. “Look at this little bubble butt.” He smacked one cheek, causing me to jump. He growled low in his throat. “So fucking hot.”
His fingers played at the clasp of my bra. “Can I?”
At my shy nod, he undid the hook and I felt it loosen. Reflexively, I drew my arms tighter into my body.
This was as naked as I’d ever been in front of a guy.
Connor hooked his thumbs into the sides of my underwear, slowly pulling my panties down my legs. He gave me ample time to protest.
I didn’t.
No. This was as naked as I’d ever been in front of another person. As in, completely nude.
My heart raced. What if he didn’t like what he saw?
His hands splayed across my thighs, he slid them higher to gently caress the curve of my cheeks. “I wanna look at you,” he spoke quietly so as to not spook me, which was fair, because at the moment, I felt like a wild animal, skittish and unsure, but wanting to be tamed by Connor and Connor alone.
The second I turned over, I covered my eyes with my forearm, hiding in plain sight, and my heart began to beat erratically.
I was too exposed. I didn’t like it.
Connor didn’t speak for a long while but when he did, it was breathy. “No one’s seen this?”
I shook my head but refused to uncover my eyes. I was embarrassed because…
“Baby, you shaved.” His smile could be heard in his tone. His fingertips glanced my bare cleft. “You do that for me?”
My blush was brutal but I nodded gently.
His touch never left me. “And no one’s ever touched this?”
Only me.
Another shake of the head.
He sighed deeply, letting out the long exhale slowly, shakily, and his voice seemed closer somehow. “Don’t freak out, okay?” When he touched my knees and moved to separate my legs, I lifted my knees locking my legs together with a snap, and Connor laughed softly. “I can’t make you feel good if you don’t let me in, baby. So—” He tried again, gently parting my knees. “—let me in. Please?”
He was tempting me. And I knew what he had to offer. The first and last time we did this, I experienced something so raw and pleasurable that I’d scarcely thought of anything else since.
Gradually, I parted my legs for him and when I lay there, exposed as I’d ever been in my entire life, I heard his sudden intake of breath. It was slight, but in the silence of my room, the sound came out louder than expected. And I squeezed my eyes shut behind my forearm and swallowed past the heavy lump in my throat.
The moment he touched me, my hips bucked involuntarily.
“Easy, baby.” He gently ran his thumbs up my folds. “We’ll go slow. Anything doesn’t feel good, you tell me, okay?”
I couldn’t respond. I was too lost in his touch.
If I thought I felt exposed before, nothing could prepare me for the utter anxiety of having my flesh parted and being examined by a rock star.