Wild With You (The Connor Family 2)

"Graham!"

He moved up, kissing the top of my breasts next. My nipples were pressing painfully against my bra. As if sensing that, he undid the clasp and kneaded my bare breasts, swirling his tongue around one nipple, then moving to the other. I felt every lash of his tongue between my legs as if my peaks were wired to my clit.

A bolt of energy zapped through me, making me rise on my tiptoes and brace my hands on his biceps. When he groaned against my skin, I clenched my thighs. The emptiness inside me was becoming unbearable. I pushed his pants down with one hand, and Graham kicked off his boxers next. At last, he was naked. He was glorious. Utterly glorious. He led me to his king-size bed, and when I climbed on it, my first instinct was to cross my legs.

He cuffed my ankles, spreading me wide open, climbing between my thighs, and lowering his head right above my center.

He nuzzled my clit with the tip of his nose, pulling one fold between his lips, then the other. I nearly came again. My back arched, and I fisted his sheets to keep from tugging at his hair. His back wasn't in my reach, but I thought I might scratch him if it was. This man brought up wild impulses in me that I didn't recognize.

"Graham, that’s perfect. Oh, God, it's so good."

When he shifted his weight on the mattress, I looked between us and saw he was rolling on a condom. I swallowed hard at the size of him. He kissed up my belly, between my breasts, until his face was level with mine. A tremble of anticipation rocked me when I felt his erection against my inner thigh.

He gripped himself at the base, flicking the tip around my entrance, circling my clit, until I was panting and trembling in earnest and utterly soaked. Then he pushed inside me. He gave me just the tip, but a strangled sound tumbled from my lips, somewhere between a gasp and a moan. He moved in slowly, barely half an inch with every thrust, giving me time to adjust. He unleashed an inferno inside me. I didn't want it slow anymore. I wanted all his passion, without restraint. I rolled my hips, taking him in to the hilt. Feeling him so deep inside knocked the breath out of me.

"Lori, fuck. Oh, baby."

"Wow."

He lowered one hand, slipping it under my ass, digging his fingers into one cheek on every thrust, kissing me feverishly. I felt full—so impossibly, blissfully full—with his tongue in my mouth, his cock inside me, his pelvis pressing against my bundle of nerves with every thrust. I'd never known pleasure like this, white-hot and all consuming. Our rhythm was feral, and I'd moved from fisting the sheets to tugging at his hair. I dragged my lips over every inch of him I could reach, and it wasn't enough. I wanted to savor him. This man was pure perfection. His arms and shoulders were corded with muscles, which flexed on every thrust. I licked a morsel of taut skin, then took one nip with my teeth. Graham let out a low growl. He'd liked it.

I felt my inner muscles spasm, tightening around him as an orgasm teased my nerve endings. I didn't have time to prepare myself for it. I climaxed the next second, crying out Graham's name, gripping his shoulders. In the throes of passion, I felt him widening inside me. He was right near the peak. I held him close to me as he came, thrusting hard. For a second, I couldn't breathe. My muscles protested as we lay wrapped around each other.

When he rolled over to take care of the condom, my skin was suddenly cold in all the

places he'd touched me before. He moved to the edge of the bed, with his back to me. What was I supposed to do now? Hop in his shower, or go to my room? I wanted to feel those strong arms around me a tad longer, but I didn't want to overstay my welcome. Was this a one-night thing?

"Should I go to my room?" I asked, fiddling with the pillow. Graham straightened up.

The easy, natural silence from before turned loaded. My stomach clenched tighter with every beat of silence.

Even though the door was closer to Graham's edge of the bed, I moved toward the other one. He half turned then, and something in his gaze made me stop moving.

"I’d like you to stay, Lori. You don’t want that?”

“I do.”

"That’s settled, then. Let’s shower together.” His voice carried a hint of demand now. The tightening in my stomach loosened.

"Okay."

He held out his hand for me, and I moved toward him. He had a curious expression on his face. It looked a little like relief, a lot like desire. On the way to the bathroom, he walked one step behind me. I hadn't thought much of it until I felt his hand slide down one ass cheek, giving it a little squeeze, then a tiny smack. I whipped around to face him.

"Hey!"

"You're too tempting." He hooked an arm around my shoulders and pulled me close. "Couldn't resist. Can you blame me?"

"Yes. Yes, I totally can." We were only a breath apart, smiling against each other's lips. Giddiness bubbled up inside me and didn't subside while we showered.

Graham's bathroom was almost as large as his bedroom. We were surrounded by shiny black tiles and silver specks of color. The bathtub was large enough to throw a party in it. The shower had more than a dozen programs.

"This is fancier than a spa," I said. "Which program should we use?"

"Your choice."

"Really?" I clapped my hands then got to work. The first button I pushed shot out a jet so strong it nearly plastered me to the wall of the shower. "Maybe not this one."

I looked closely at the signs painted on each button, but it was like trying to decipher Chinese letters. Okay... so trial by error it was. I played some more, settling on one that had a comfortable pressure. While the warm spray of water descended upon us, I rubbed the sides of my neck.