Live Without Regret (A Touch of Fate 3)

“Be sure, baby. Because once I’m inside you, I’m going to claim you. Your body”—grazing a hand over my breast, he plucks at my nipple—“will be mine. This pussy”—pulling back, he aligns himself at my entrance—“will be mine. Is that what you want?”

The head of his cock slips inside of me. “Yes.” The word isn’t even out of my mouth and he buries himself to the hilt, filling me in ways that I’ve never experienced. All of my insecurities fade away. The only thing that matters in this moment is this man.

“Fuck.” Connor grunts, trailing hot kisses over my chest as he starts moving his body. “You feel so good. I’m not going to last.” His hips are pumping in a perfect rhythm, and I meet him thrust for thrust. But I still need more.

Wrapping my legs around his back, I lock my ankles. “Harder.” He’s pounding into me, each pump pushing him deeper and deeper until I’m certain he’s found a permanent spot to call his own. My legs begin to shake. Tightening my thighs around him, I try to hold off my release, wanting to prolong this moment—this feeling—as long as I possibly can. “Connor.”

A low rumble emanates from his chest. Wiggling my hand between us, I make a V with my fingers and slide them along my pussy. Then my fingers squeeze his cock as he thrusts in and out of me. “Son of a bitch,” he growls, staring at where we’re joined.

“Fuck me, Connor,” I command in a completely non-commanding voice. Connor’s eyes snap up to mine. His hooded gaze is full of desire, showing me he needs this as much as I do. Warmth settles low in my belly. My clit throbs with each smack of his hips against mine, and without warning, my body explodes, sending sparks of pleasure throughout.

Connor’s movements become quicker, almost frenzied. A string of unintelligible words tumble from his mouth, and his muscles tighten under the touch of my hands. Within seconds, he’s groaning my name as he rides out his own release.

Collapsing on top of me, Connor cradles my face in his hand. “There aren’t words for that either,” he says.

“I disagree.” Curving my hand around the back of his neck

, I pull him down until his lips rest against mine. “It was mind-blowing, and I want to do it over and over and over—”

Sealing his mouth against mine, Connor swallows my words. It’s the best feeling to have a guy kiss you as though you’re the only woman in the world. And that’s exactly how I feel every time I’m with this man.

Nibbling on my bottom lip, he slowly pulls back. “You’re mind-blowing,” he says, peppering kisses anywhere and everywhere he can find a place to kiss. My heart swells painfully inside my chest.

I’m actually beginning to wonder if my broken heart was ever really broken to begin with. Because what I feel for Connor in just a few shorts days is so much more than I ever felt for Tyson. Maybe he isn’t piecing my heart back together at all, maybe Connor is stealing my heart one little chunk at a time.

I smile to myself when his lips lock around my nipple. “Is it too soon to do the ‘over and over and over again’ you were talking about?” he mumbles.

Arching my back, I offer him every bit of my body…and quite possibly my heart. “Absolutely not,” I say. “In fact, the sooner the better. What are you waiting for?”

In the blink of an eye, my body is flying through the air as Connor flips me over. Wrapping an arm around my stomach, he pulls me up onto all fours and smacks my ass.

I suck in a sharp breath and arch my back. The sting of his skin slapping mine isn’t at all what I expected. It doesn’t hurt, and surprisingly I want more. Wiggling my ass, I urge him to do it again.

“Of course you like that,” he murmurs, giving me what I want. Connor’s hand swiftly connects with my ass again, and then he rubs the area gently before sliding his hand up my back. His fingers skate across the base of my neck, sweeping my hair to the side, and then his touch falters.

“Alis volat propriis,” he whispers.

“You found it.” My words come out husky and breathless. I’m anxious to get this out of the way so we can get back to that ass smacking.

“What does it mean?”

“She flies with her own wings.”

“It’s beautiful. I love it.”

“Thank you,” I say, pushing my ass into his groin, hoping he gets the hint.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he breathes, fisting his hand in my hair.

Connor tugs gently, tilting my head back, and a tiny whimper falls from my mouth. Whatever game we’ve been playing, Connor just won.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Tightening my grip on Brittany, I pull her warm, naked body against mine. Her tight little ass pushes against my cock. My body is sated to the point of blissful relaxation and there is no way I’m getting hard again. Although I’m half tempted to see if she’d let me try.

Brittany chuckles, allowing her body to melt into mine. She’s all soft curves and silky smooth skin, and I could touch her forever. “Don’t you have to work today?” she asks.

“Yes.” I kiss the soft spot under her ear. Her shoulders scrunch up, a wave of goose bumps popping out along her skin. I fucking love that I can do that to her. “My first client doesn’t come in until noon. So we still have”—craning my neck, I look at the clock—“two hours.”

“I wish,” she says, rolling over. “I promised I’d have brunch with my mom.”