Wild With You (The Connor Family 2)

Milo talked nonstop.

"Graham is so cool," he said while putting on his pajamas. "He knows all about penalties. And he likes to talk. Can we have burgers with him again?"

"Yeah, we will."

"Yay!"

My heart squeezed as Milo slid under his covers. He was already starting to hero-worship Graham. Was I doing the right thing here? Risking not just my heart, but Milo's too? The two of us had achieved a precarious balance. Was I being selfish, choosing to bring someone else into our little world?

When I closed the door, Milo was already half asleep. He went out quickly, and once he fell into slumber, he slept through the night.

I closed the door connecting the corridor between the bedrooms to the living room and found Graham still in the kitchen. I joined him, sliding the stained glass wall closed too.

"He's asleep," I announced.

"That was fast."

"He's always been like that. He likes you, by the way."

"I was hoping he would. I like him too, and in the near future, I'd like for us to tell him we're dating."

"We will," I assured him.

Graham moved toward me until he stood so close to me that our chests almost touched. This man was more potent than anyone had the right to be.

He feathered his thumb across my lower lip, then my upper one, and I felt the gentle touch straight between my thighs. The world around us seemed to blur as he pulled me into a kiss. He traced my lips with the tip of his tongue before exploring my mouth. He wrapped one hand in my hair, tugging a little. A white-hot bolt of energy ran through me. I bucked my hips in reflex and discovered Graham was hard.

"See what you're doing to me, Lori?" he asked in a low, molten voice when we pulled apart.

"You're insatiable."

"No, you just have this effect on me." He kissed my forehead. "Now, be a good girl and don't tempt me."

"Or what?" I challenged. His eyes were hooded, and judging by the wood in his pants, he was close to the edge. What would he do if I pressed too much? I'd never been one to thread too close to the danger line, but Graham had this inexplicable effect on me. He made me want to dare more.

"I'll sweet talk my way into your bed."

"You think I'm that easy?" I pretended to be offended. Graham saw right through me.

"No, but I'm not the only one who wishes we could spend the night together."

Well, the jig was up. Pretending was one thing, but I didn't lie. Besides, I wanted to see his reaction when I admitted it.

"True. I keep daydreaming about tasting you... everywhere."

Graham exhaled sharply. He backed me into a corner of the kitchen, roaming his hands everywhere. God, I wanted him to touch me more. Why was I wearing so many clothes? I wanted those talented hands directly on my skin. As if reading my thoughts, Graham snaked one hand under my sweater, then under my bra, rubbing my nipple between his fingers. I braced my palms on those strong biceps.

“I want a taste of you, Lori. And I’ll have it.”

He pushed my shirt up then unclasped my bra. He drew his thumb around the outer edge of my peaks before giving my nipple a lash of his tongue. I drenched my panties. He smiled against my skin.

“Does this make you wet?”

I nodded.

“Say the words. I want to hear them.”

“Y-yes. It makes me wet,” I stuttered in between flicks of his tongue. He pressed two fingers against the crotch of my jeans, rubbing the fabric against my sensitive skin.