Wild With You (The Connor Family 2)

"Graham," I half whispered, half moaned. I was already hot and bothered, and he was only teasing my neck.

"I'm taking you home, Lori. I'll share my plan for this afternoon," he whispered on a growl. "Starts with you under me. I'll love you until you cry out my name. That's a promise."

"I love your promises," I muttered. We had the entire day to ourselves, since Milo wasn’t coming back until tomorrow.

"I intend to make good on every single one of them."

Graham kept his promise and seduced me thoroughly that lazy afternoon at my house.

He was kissing every inch of skin that wasn’t covered with clothes. His hands were busy methodically ridding me of said clothes. Every morsel of skin he revealed, he traced with his lips.

He kissed up my left inner thigh, then the right one. Then he buried his mouth in between, stroking me with his tongue until my legs nearly gave in. I was standing in front of the bed, and I was afraid I’d topple on it any second now. My clit was on fire. With every lash of Graham’s tongue, the heat spread along my nerve endings. Pressure was building inside me. He kissed my tender flesh until he brought me so close to climaxing I almost saw stars. But then he pulled back, laying me on the bed.

“Not yet, sweetheart. I promise I will make you come hard, but not yet.”

I kissed his chest as he climbed over me, rolling lower to trace the line of his abs with my tongue, feeling his erection across my chest. Graham pulled me back up until our mouths were level. He captured my lips, sliding in his tongue, kissing me ferociously. This man wasn’t just kissing me. He was making love to my mouth. I became so turned on from his kissing I felt I would combust soon. I brought Graham’s hand to my clit. He slid two fingers inside me, groaning against my mouth when he realized how slick I was.

Pressing the heel of his palm against my clit, he moved his hand rhythmically, driving me crazy. My body was at his mercy: his tongue explored my mouth, his fingers filled me, his palm worked my clit. I exploded all around him, bracing my palms on those muscle-laced arms. I felt him move slightly on the bed, then heard him slide on protection before he pushed inside me.

“Oh, oh, oh... Graham.” My inner muscles were still clenched tight from the orgasm, and Graham slid in a few inches.

“You feel perfect.” Another inch. “Perfect.”

I rolled my hips then, taking in all of him, reveling in the exquisite pleasure. He loved me until we were both satiated and spent.

“Mmmm... every afternoon should be like this,” I declared a while later, after we’d showered and returned to bed.

“I can make it happen.” Graham bit my shoulder lightly. His hands were naughty again. He was propped against the headrest, and I was lying with half of my back against his chest. One of his hands was circling my nipples, turning the skin on my breasts to goose bumps. The other was drawing small circles on my lower belly, inching dangerously close to my clit.

“Your hands are wandering a lot today,” I admonished.

“They are, aren’t they? Entirely your doing.”

“How do you figure?”

He kissed one shoulder then the other. “You’re the one tempting me.”

“Oh, I see. So you’re not going to claim any responsibility?”

His lips spread in a grin. “None whatsoever.”

I moved one of my hands between his thighs, squeezing his erection. He groaned.

“You were saying, Graham?”

“Lori.” His voice held a hint of warning, but I ignored it, pumping along the length until I was satisfied that he was just as hot and bothered as I was. Then I stopped touching him and swatted his hands away, turning so I was half straddling him, laying my head on his chest.

We stayed like that for a long while, and eventually, I asked, “What’s on your mind, Graham? I can feel your wheels spinning.”

“My dad. Wondering what’s the best way to deal with him. I was thinking about asking him to work at the club again instead of just giving him money. Maybe it’ll teach him about responsibility.”

“I think that’s a great idea.”

“You do?”

“Yes.”

“But I don’t trust him handling any money.”