Meant for You (The Connor Family 3)

“But this way I can touch you all I want.”

She gave me a wicked smile in return. An important case had completely gone to hell. Usually, my coping mechanism was to throw myself into a new case, or in the rare instances one wasn’t available, I’d dig up cold cases. I wasn’t good company, because I was usually grouchy.

But Paige’s voice had sounded so strained on the phone, and I wanted to be a good boyfriend. I knew how much she’d looked forward to tonight.

“Wanna tell me what was so shitty about the day?” she asked casually. I tensed, schooling my expression into a cool and relaxed mask, but before I could dismiss the question, she added, “I know you can’t give any details, but just talking in general might help.”

I hesitated, then admitted, “A case I’ve been working for over a year was basically discarded today. We know the guy is guilty, but the district attorney’s office dismissed the case on a technicality. We can’t charge the guy with jack shit.”

“I’m sorry, Will.”

“All that work, and... you know, it’s not even the work that bothers me, just that he’s going to walk free. That’s why I became a cop. Our parents died in a hit-and-run. Guy was never caught.”

“You can’t catch every bad guy.”

“I know.” But somehow, it felt nice to hear it from her. “I just always worry about giving closure to those involved. Not having it eats at you.”

Paige was silent for a few seconds, then kissed my cheek, positioning herself even closer so that the side of her torso was pressing against my chest.

“I don’t talk about these things, usually. But you’ve got a way of just making me want to... tell you everything.”

“Tell me what you’re comfortable with. And what I can do to distract you.”

“Oh, you’re distracting me enough with this dress.”

She giggled. “And you haven’t seen what’s under it yet.”

We watched the movie, though honestly, I was watching Paige more than the screen. Her laughter was contagious. I was suddenly very grateful I hadn’t stayed back at the station, burying myself in cases. That was a way to escape, but this right here was making me happy.

After the movie, I barely kept my thoughts straight while I rode the bike home with Paige’s hands tight around my waist. She wasn’t making it easy for me. At every red light, her hands wandered.

“Paige,” I warned, suspecting that my semi might turn into a full hard-on any second now.

“What?” she said huskily. “I’m taking advantage of the fact that you can’t touch me for once. You’re so bossy in bed. This is my revenge.”

I wasn’t sure how we’d made it behind closed doors, but the second we did, I moved in on her. I kissed her bare shoulder, unfastening the knot to her one strap. It came undone easily, and the dress fell to her waist. I kissed her spine, starting from the back of her neck, occasionally tasting her with my tongue too. She arched her back every time.

“There’s a small zipper,” she whispered. I found it, tugged it down, and then the dress fell to her feet, leaving her gorgeous ass right in front of me. She was wearing a tiny black thong. I touched the fabric, first the part with the elastic band, then the scrap between her cheeks. Paige trembled, opening her thighs. I touched between her legs, and she pressed her thighs together.

Spinning her around, I kissed her, walking her backward in the direction of the bedroom.

Her underwear came off in the corridor, along with my clothes. I kissed her hard, basking in her sweet mouth. I pinned her against the wall for better leverage, but I knew I had to get us to the bedroom. I stopped kissing her and just looked at her, caressing both her cheeks with my knuckles.

“What?”

I drummed my fingers over her lips, leaning in to steal a kiss. “You make me happy, Paige. Ridiculously happy. Being with you... I’ve never felt this way before for anyone. I just wanted you to know.”

She smiled shyly. I lifted her off her feet, carrying her to bed. After I lowered her on it, she stood on her knees, leaning in to lick over my erection. Just the tip of her tongue on the crown electrified me. She looked up at me while her mouth worked me, and Christ, if I died now, I’d go a happy man. I held her hair in my fist so I could see her better, and I didn’t hold back my grunts. I let her know just how much she pleased me, how good it was. Too good, because I felt a dangerous tightening in my balls and knew I had to hit pause.

“Paige, stop.”

Instead, she moved her mouth faster. My eyes crossed. I wanted to pull back, but she didn’t let go, moving her mouth until I went over the edge.

“Fuck, woman. You’re beautiful like this, with your lips all swollen.” I pushed her onto her back, settling between her legs, and nearly came when I realized how much pleasuring me had turned her on.

I stroked myself while working her clit, and when Paige cried out, I barely remembered to put on a condom. I lifted her legs from the mattress, putting them on my shoulders. Her panting was fueling me. I shoved a pillow under her, lifting her ass up a little, and then I loved her harder than I ever had. I wanted to get lost in this woman, and I didn’t care if I never found my way back again.

Chapter Twenty