She shrieks and screams as she flails in the air and then splashes in the water as Connor tosses her a life preserver.
Then he turns to me as everyone in the restaurant runs to the railing to look at Nadia spluttering as she treads water.
"Natalie," Connor says. "I don't know what Nadia said..."
I look at him. I need to stay calm. I can't forgive him too easily. Even if he had no idea, I need to play it cool.
"But obviously I don't want to cancel our contract and I want to undo everything she has been saying for the last three days," Connor says, putting his arms on my shoulders. I take a gulp. It's getting harder and harder not to just kiss him but I need to stay strong. For all women, everywhere.
"But there's one thing that she may not have said that I should've said a lot earlier than today, but I didn't because I was a fucking idiot," Connor says, and looks at me. "Natalie Thomson, I love you."
Oh. My. God. So much for staying calm and being strong.
"I love you too, Connor D'Avington," I say, coming closer to him. We're inches apart.
"I fucking love you so much, Natalie," Connor says, and his mouth is inches from mine. "And I promise I'll love just as much, if not more, for the rest of our lives."
I dunno.
He leans forward to kiss me and my mouth parts as his tongue reaches in and massages mine.
You know what? That sounds good enough for me.
He pulls me close to him.
Ah, fuck it.
Forgiven.
125
Natalie
After Connor’s grand entrance, none of us wanted to waste any time. We needed each other, and we needed it so fiercely there simply was no time to lose. He handed me his helmet, I hopped on his bike, and off we went, riding through NY’s traffic toward his place at the Dakota.
We’re already there, racing through the courtyard at a hurried step. When he opens the door to his apartment, we stumble inside and turn into each other in silence. Then, the moment we hear the door
closing behind us, all hell breaks loose.
We fall into each other’s arms, our mouths crushing as the fire of desire engulfs us both. Connor’s hands go straight to my waist and he pushes me back, pinning me against the wall as we kiss. Our tongues run in circles around one another, our kiss a dance of lust and desire.
Just like the first time we were together, I can barely believe this is happening. When all seemed lost, Connor came through and saved me from a life without him. Happiness? No, that’s not the state I’m in. It’s more than that, so much more. With him by my side, I have everything that I have ever dreamed off. With him by my side, I don’t need anything else.
“I love you, Natalie… Never doubt that. Not for one fucking second,” he tells me, pulling back from our kiss and gently pressing his forehead against mine. I look into his eyes, my heart drumming a song of ecstatic happiness. My heart knows this is my happy ending, and so does the rest of my body; I feel a growing wetness between my legs, but this is so much more than simply lust. It’s passion and love; it’s all the good that a human being can feel.
“I love you too… You’re my world, Connor,” I whisper, my heart tightening as I realize that I really believed our story had ended. How could that be, when we are made for each other?
I take one hand to his face, brushing my thumb against his lips, and a grin dawns on my face. “Now… I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me as hard as you can,” I tell him, feverish thoughts bubbling up in my mind. “My mouth, my ass, my pussy. Make it all yours,” I continue. Yeah, that’s right, I used to be such a nice girl, and now look at me. Dirty as dirty can be, and Connor was the one who made me like this. And I love it, I just do. And now that I have him, I believe that things are only going to heat up from this moment forward…
“Look at you,” he starts with a grin, slowly sliding his fingers down my dress until they meet the hemline. “What happened to you, love?” he asks me, that deliciously wicked grin of his making my insides clench.
“You happened to me,” I respond, licking my lips as his fingers slowly make the hike up my legs and under my skirt. He goes to my outer thighs and, there, he grabs my thong and pulls it down. The fabric falls down to my feet, and I don’t even bother to look at it; I just kick it to the side.
“Much better,” he chuckles, taking his hands out from under my dress. “Now, let’s make this more interesting…” he whispers, walking past me and straight into his bedroom. I’m almost there when he comes out, one of his dark ties wrapped around his hand. I stand still, looking from the tie to him, and he just grins at me, deviousness flickering in his eyes.
“Now, do you trust me?” he asks me, raising his hands and unrolling his tie. I don’t even say a thing; I just nod, pursing my lips as my heart starts to beat at a maddening pace. With a smile on his lips, he laces the tie around my head, covering my eyes, and knots it. As I drown into darkness, I bite on my bottom lip, waiting for what Connor does next.
I gasp as he picks me up from the floor and, carrying me in his arms, walks a few feet before putting me down. I feel the soft mattress shifting under my weight and I lay back, my heart pounding so furiously there’s a knot in my throat. I wait to see what happens, but I don’t even feel Connor on the mattress. Has he left the room? What does he have in mind? But then I feel the mattress shifting again, this time under his weight, and I prepare myself for the ocean of pleasure he intends to drown me in.