Connell (Carolina Reapers 3)

“Which is?” she asked, running her fingers down my back, interrupting the streams of hot water from the showerheads.

“In only want ye. There’s no other woman who tempts me like ye do. Who gets me hard with a look or a whisper. I’ll never go looking for what I have right here. Nothing else compares. I’ll never do anything to jeopardize what we have. You don’t have to worry about those women in the halls or the bars. All I see is ye.” And seeing her was a major reason that my brilliant idea of having this argument in the shower was turning out to be not so brilliant. Her body was close, and warm, and soft and so fucking distracting.

She swallowed. “That sounds like more than one reason.”

“Not really. It’s all because when I think about ye, I’m realizing more every day that I’m falling—”

She clamped her hand over my mouth.

“Don’t you dare say it. Don’t even think it.” She shook her head. “You start leading me down that road, and it will only break my heart when you finally realize that a summer fling can’t hold a candle to the life you really lead.”

If not for the panic in her eyes, I’d have said the words anyway. I’d have made her listen to me. But there was a plea in those brown depths that I couldn’t ignore. She wasn’t ready, and I had to respect that, or what the hell were we really doing? Wasn’t that what a relationship was? Supporting your partner?

I licked her palm, and she gasped, snatching her hand away.

“Okay. Then let’s get something straight. This, right here with you, is my real life. My home. My town. My Annabelle.” I kissed the skin just beneath her jaw to punctuate my sentences.

“Connell,” she sighed, letting her head fall back against the wall.

“Now, has your question been answered to your satisfaction?” I asked against her neck.

“I’ll—” she gasped as I lowered my mouth to her breast. “—always worry, but I trust you.”

My heart stuttered at the sweet honesty of those words. Maybe it wasn’t the same declaration that I was ready to make—that I was falling in love with her, but I’d take it.

“Then let me give you another thought to replace the worry,” I said with a smirk as our eyes locked. “Every time you see one of those women—” I kissed a path down her belly. “I want you to smile and remember that you’re the only woman I get on my knees for.”

I did just that, lifting one of her thighs over my shoulder. Then I parted her with my fingers and kissed her clit.

“Connell!” She cried out as one of her hands splayed in my hair.

“Ye taste so bloody good.” I licked and sucked at her relentlessly, until her head thrashed against the stone above me and she started rocking against my face, chasing her own pleasure.

I kept her right at the edge, where her breaths came in stuttered little huffs. She was so easy to please. So responsive. I’d never enjoyed giving a woman pleasure this much in my entire life. It was as if hers only drove mine higher.

Her cries pitched higher, and her thighs tensed. I raked my teeth over her clit and then sucked on the swollen little bud. She came with a scream that echoed off the stone walls, bucking against my mouth.

I stood while she was still coming, rolling through the aftershock, letting her thigh slide to my waist. Dipping to accommodate her height, I fit my cock to her slippery entrance and thrust home.

If she wouldn’t let me use words to tell her how I felt, I’d show her.

She convulsed around me, her pussy gripping me like a velvet fist. I groaned at the exquisite feel of her, then grabbed her other thigh and lifted her against the wall.

“I can’t get enough of ye,” I growled right before I kissed her.

My tongue moved in time with my cock, taking her in every way possible with hard, deep strokes. Fuck, the bare feel of her was almost too much. She was liquid fire, her body rippling and squeezing mine as if she’d been designed to push me to the very edge of my sanity.

“Baby,” she whispered, gripping my neck as I pounded into her.

The endearment nearly made me come. My eyes crossed momentarily as I struggled against my body’s needs. “There’s nothing like this in the entire world,” I told her as I moved within her.

When she whimpered and swirled her hips, I adjusted my grip on her, leveraging her against the wall so I could change our angle. Then I thrust over and over, each slide rubbing my pelvis over her clit.

“Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!” She yelled as she came again.

This time, she took me over the edge with her, my hips jerking against hers as I came hard, spilling myself inside her sweet body as I yelled her name.