Meant for You (The Connor Family 3)

“Second door to the left.”

He moved with me wrapped around him. When we barreled into my bedroom, he laid me on the bed. I pushed myself up in a sitting position, turning on the light from the switch near my bed, watching him. He undid the first button of his shirt, starting at the top. I worked on the button at the bottom, then moved to the one above. Will was quicker, but when he reached the last unopened button, he tugged too hard, ripping the button and the shirt. I soaked my panties through at that small popping sound, at the realization of how much he wanted me. Then Will’s chest was bare and my hands were all over it. I worked his belt next, drawing circles with my tongue just under his navel.

“Paige.” He was almost growling the word. He threw his jeans and boxers across the bed, keeping his eyes on me all the while. Then he yanked down my skirt. My blouse went next.

My skin burned everywhere Will’s fingers touched me. When I wore nothing but underwear, Will moved over me. His knees were propped at the sides of my thighs, his elbows at the sides of my shoulders. He had me trapped underneath him, watching me with that molten gaze of his. He brought his face a breath away from mine, feathering his lips against mine before claiming my mouth. He kissed me until I thought I might come just from the way he was stroking my tongue. I pushed my hips up, desperately searching for friction. When my soaked panties collided with Will’s erection, a small, ice-cold tremor spread through me. My thighs began to shake. And Will released a sound.... God, that sound.

He pushed my panties down, then climbed from the bed, grabbing his jeans. He was frantically searching his pockets, and I felt myself get even more aroused when I realized he was searching for a condom.

I turned flat on my belly, reaching to the nightstand, intending to switch off the lights when I heard him roll on the condom. I was still on my belly and still wearing my bra when the mattress shifted and Will came up behind me.

“Don’t turn off the light,” Will murmured. “I want to see you. Don’t hide from me.”

The kiss on the back of my thigh was unexpected and it made me jolt. He moved up to one of my ass cheeks, kissing it, then biting slightly. He was kneading the other cheek in one of his big hands. He moved over me, pressing my belly into the mattress. When I felt his cock between my inner thighs, I spread my legs wider. I wanted to turn around to see him, but I wanted him inside me more. Will pushed inside in one soft move, filling me so thoroughly that I let out a gasp.

“Will, oh fuck.”

He stilled, and my inner muscles pulsed as my body accommodated him.

“Baby, this feels good,” he whispered, and then started to move in and out. He was moving slowly, but he still knocked the breath out of me every time he slid back in. I wasn’t used to being so full. Just when I thought I couldn’t take so much sensation, Will slid a hand between my pelvis and the mattress and touched my clit. Pleasure washed over me in quick, powerful waves. Will was working me up to an orgasm, and I wasn’t sure I could take it. I felt like my bones might liquefy from the pleasure. My center was burning; the muscles in my entire body

were strung tight in anticipation. I was so, so close, but not there yet. I’d never needed my release so badly. Will was moving his fingers expertly, but instead of giving me what I craved, he said, “I need to see your beautiful face, Paige.”

He pulled out, and I felt him open the clasp of my bra. I tossed it to the side as I turned around. Will settled between my legs again, and then he pushed all the way inside me. I clenched around him. Fuck, had he grown bigger in the last few seconds? It certainly felt that way. Or maybe it was the new position.

He was moving just as slowly as before, in and out, in and out. I needed the pressure on my clit, so I attempted to touch myself, but Will shook his head.

“That’s mine to touch.”

“So touch.” I knew I sounded desperate, but by God, I was.

“Not yet.”

“Don’t torture me like that,” I pleaded.

He tugged my lower lip between his teeth. “You’ll come hard, babe. I promise.”

When he finally did press his thumb on the bundle of nerves, I broke out in a sweat. Then he stilled, taking his hand away, and starting the sweet torture all over again. I felt that if I didn’t come soon I might start crying, simply because my body couldn’t take the almost-there-but-not-quite tension. But Will was close too now. His thrusts were faster, deeper, and I knew that he was going to let me come.

I climaxed first, and almost blacked out from the intensity of it. My vision faded; my breath got caught in my throat as I cried out. Will followed me a few seconds later, rocking against me until we were both spent.

I couldn’t even feel my body afterward as we lay side by side. I wanted to snuggle, but I couldn’t even muster up the energy for that.

Will kissed the side of my head. “Shower?”

“I don’t think I can move,” I whispered.

“You don’t have to. I’ll carry you.”

“Why can you still move?”

He chuckled. “I guess you didn’t wear me out yet. But the night’s still young.”

My nipples perked up at that. My inner muscles clenched. Yep... I was so exhausted I couldn’t even move, but my body was still hot for Will.

My shower was much too small for two people, so we ended up showering separately. I went in first, then felt semihuman again as I waited for Will in the living room, wearing a robe. I was perusing a takeout menu on my phone when he joined me, with a towel wrapped around his lower body.

He sat next to me on the couch, looking over the menu.