Always With You (The Connor Family 6)

I couldn’t believe he wasn’t judging me or calling me inconsiderate. I knew my flaws, and this was a big one, I’d just honestly never known how to fix it. I still didn’t know.

“I do that sometimes.” I lowered my gaze to the comforter, smoothing nonexistent wrinkles with my thumb. “Most of the time, actually.”

“I’ll be the one to change that.”

I pulled back a notch, snapping my gaze up to him. My heart was beating wildly. I couldn’t find the right words, or any words, really. But then, he didn’t seem to be waiting for a response. He just bestowed one of those sexy smiles on me, moved closer, brought one hand to my neck, splaying his fingers wide. When he crushed his mouth to mine, I sighed against his lips, giving in to the demanding kiss, stroking his body with as much urgency as he stroked mine. He was different from the man I’d met two months ago who doubted that he was enough. I was proud of him, happy for him, because he was amazing and it was high time he saw that.

“I don’t know what this is, but I want to show you it’s okay to dream and want things that scare you.”

Yes, yes, yes. Oh, God, yes.

He pushed my robe away, and I quickly discarded his. We were naked underneath. Easing me on my back, he kissed a path down from my neck to my navel, then feathered his lips all over my rib cage.

I pressed my knees into his sides, trapping him, and felt him smile against my skin.

“Am I going too slow for you?” he teased.

“Nope. Not at all.”

He was, but I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. Plus, I was enjoying the sweet torture, especially because he seemed intent on not leaving one inch of my skin untouched, unkissed.

Every time he glanced at me, he stoked the fire inside me even more. But more than that, I felt wrapped up in him in a way I couldn’t even describe or understand. The way he just embraced me, flaws, fears, and all made me blink back tears.

His mouth wreaked havoc on me until the sweet torture was no longer sweet. It was unbearable. I needed him inside me. Right now. I was aching so much that I couldn’t think. Licking my lips, I rocked my hips up into him, silently begging. He let out a low, guttural sound when his cock collided with my center. I gasped, small shockwaves of pleasure knocking the breath out of me.

He pulled back a notch, gripping himself at the base. I looked between us as he eased in, first just the tip, then giving me everything.

“Hailey, this feels....” His voice faded as he sealed his mouth over mine in a kiss, tangling our tongues. Pleasure rippled through me in little spasms. Every sensation was magnified. The lig

ht scrape of his nails on my thighs. The fierce tangle of our tongues. The feeling of him inside me. His pubic bone nudging my clit deliciously on every thrust.

I came apart fast, crying out as I moved my hips against him desperately, wanting to prolong the wave of pleasure. I held on to him until my breath slowed down.

Now I only had one goal: give him just as much pleasure.

I attempted to wedge a hand between us, but he gripped my wrist, kissing the pulse point, watching me with determined, feral eyes.

“I’m still in charge, Hailey.”

Oh, God. That voice. It promised so many more delicious treats. He pulled out, turning me around. I couldn’t see what he was doing, but I waited with bated breath for the moment he’d slide inside me again.

“Oh,” I exclaimed in surprise when I felt his lips on the back of my ankle. He kissed along my legs, drawing small circles with his tongue on the backs of my knees, making me claw at the sheets. He kissed further up my thighs, biting an ass cheek lightly. I laughed nervously. “What are you doing?”

“I’m not done exploring you, Hailey. Or making you come.”

I swallowed, relaxing into his touch, surrendering completely to whatever he wanted to do to me.

His lips were relentless, as were his hands. He kissed right up to the back of my neck. Involuntarily, I pushed my ass back, smacking into him, trapping his cock between my right ass cheek and his pelvis.

“Hailey.” His voice shook against my skin. He sounded so strained that I knew he was just as far gone as I was. I rolled my hips, with him still trapped, pushing him even further to the edge.

Next thing I knew, he pinned my hips to the bed, entering me so deeply that my vision blurred for a few seconds.

I’d barely caught my breath when he started moving.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” I whispered.

How could I feel another orgasm forming already? Because Reid had taken his time to explore me, to take care of my pleasure. I was overwhelmed by all the things he was doing to me at the same time: whispering sweet and sinful words in my ear, touching the sides of my breasts, his weight pressing me against the bed, creating delicious friction against my clit. Then he pulled me to all fours.