Connell (Carolina Reapers 3)

Connell smirked against my lips, clearly pleased with my greediness. He cradled my head with one hand, his other smoothing over my breasts and lower until he’d reached the hem of my skirt. He broke our kiss long enough to gauge my reaction as he slowly, agonizingly slipped his fingers between my thighs.

I nodded, arching slightly against his touch, burning with the need to feel him on me.

He teased me over my lace panties, the rough fabric contrasting deliciously with his gentle caresses.

“Mmm,” he moaned against my lips. “You’re drenched, love,” he said before sucking my tongue into his mouth, causing my breath to catch as chills raced across my skin.

I wiggled until my hand found his hard length, and watched his eyes flare as I popped the button on his jeans and slipped in. He was hot and strong and huge in my hand as I explored him from his head and down, pumping in time to his torturous teases between my thighs.

“Connell,” I gasped, my focus splintering as he shoved the lace aside and met my wetness with his fingers.

“Fuck,” he said, his lips exploring my neck. “You’re brilliant.” He slid his fingers right down the center of me, and everything in my body, my being, honed in on that sensation. On the need coursing through my veins. On the fire sizzling just under my skin.

I pumped him in my hand, our eyes locking as he pulled back enough to see my face. He didn’t blink, barely breathed as he slid one finger inside, then another, until all I could feel or think was him.

“You’re brilliant,” he said again, moving inside me. “Gorgeous,” he said, emphasizing his words by going deeper, only to pull his fingers out and slid them in again. I coiled and clenched as I rode his hand, as I lost all sense of time and setting and logic. As I became nothing but pure sensation, a puppet moving to the will of his hands, and sweet mercy the man knew how to pluck my strings.

“There she is,” he said, grinning that purely male confident smile as he watched me on the brink of explosion. “All you need is a little…push.” He pressed his thumb down on that small, aching bundle of nerves and covered my mouth with his own at the same time, swallowing my cry of release. Drinking it in, savoring it as I shattered completely for him.

Slowly, gently, he worked me through the throes of the orgasm, planting me with soft kisses on my lips, my neck, my collarbone, as I could do nothing but lay limp in his arms, trembling from the intensity of it.

My head spun with the buzz from his touch, from the power he held over my body, my heart, and I was certain nothing could ever—

Laughter.

Loud and crystal clear sounded from our right, and I jolted in his embrace.

Drive-in theater.

I’d completely forgotten where we were.

Who I was meant to be.

I quickly scanned the area, sighing slightly when I realized the group of theater-goers were laughing at their own conversation as they returned to their cars, not noticing us at all.

“Omigod,” I said, scooching up to a sitting position, covering my face with my hands. “I can’t believe I just…we just…”

Connell laughed softly, raising up to sit next to me. “It’s all right, love,” he said, gently tugging my hands away from my face.

The movie was well into its plot on the screen, the parking lot quiet save for the occasional giggle or the crickets chirping from the trees next to us.

“No, you don’t get it,” I said, flustered. “I’ve never done that. Not in public. Connell, if someone would’ve caught us—”

“I wouldn’t have let that happen,” he said.

“How would you have known?”

“I was fully aware of what was going on around us. If I’d heard someone, I would’ve stopped us.”

A cold bucket of ice-water crashed over my head.

“You were aware…” my voice cracked.

Of course, he was. Why wouldn’t he be? He wasn’t as consumed by me as I was by him.

Damn it.

I was getting in too deep. Losing myself to a man who couldn’t possibly feel the same.

“Right.” I cleared my throat and straightened my skirts, my chest fracturing slightly as I did.

“What the hell just happened?” He asked, his brow furrowed.

“Nothing.”

“Nah,” he said, turning me so that his face filled my vision. “Don’t do that. Talk to me.”

I sighed.

Fine.

I was a grown woman, after all, I could at least be honest. “It’s nothing, honestly, Connell. It makes perfect sense.”

His eyes flared. “What does?”

“That you wouldn’t be as…lost in the moment as I was.”

That muscle in his jaw ticked, and he cocked an eyebrow at me. Gently, he tugged my hand in his until he placed it against his still, very hard cock. “Does that feel like I’m not as into it as you, Annabelle?”