before, takes her to new heights of sexual awareness. But it’s not enough.”
They stood so near they almost touched. Almost, but Connor did not close the tiny gap between them. “It’s not?” he asked, and she almost whimpered because his breath stirred her hair and warmed her cheek.
“No,” she whispered. “Not by a long shot. At the exact moment the woman thinks the man is going to join them, he stuns her and leaves the room, leaving the woman…empty.”
“She wanted the man to join them?” His voice was rough, and his breath drove her slowly mad.
“You know she did.”
“So what happens next, Maddie?” He inched closer, close enough that the hair on his chest touched her towel.
The almost touch teased her, driving her nipples into hard peaks. “The woman goes to the man’s room.” She swallowed. “And she prays to God her boyfriend’s best friend wants her as much as he says he does.” Because, God help her, she wanted him. Perhaps more than she’d ever wanted her boyfriend.
“He does,” Connor rasped. “Believe me, sweetheart, he does.”
When his lips touched hers, she melted into him. His mouth seduced her, heated her, sucked her into his world. Again she had the overwhelming sensation that in Connor’s arms she was home. He felt right, familiar, as if this was where she was supposed to be.
He was slimmer than Gabe. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders was much easier. She could reach his neck with both hands, wind her fingers through his long, wheaten locks. With Gabe she had to content herself with holding his shoulders.
Connor drew his mouth away from hers, looked deep into her eyes and then groaned and kissed her again. And again. His kisses were long, intense, delicious. She wrapped herself around him like a kitten, winding her leg between his, twining her hand through his hair while the other stroked down his back. She couldn’t get enough of holding him, touching him, kissing him.
With Gabe fireworks erupted when their lips met. With Connor the world slowed down, narrowed. All that existed were the two of them. Together. Kissing, touching, being. Connor.
He moved to close the door, but she stopped him. “Leave it. For Gabe.”
Connor smiled. “For Gabe,” he agreed and kissed her again.
Gabe would have lifted her, carried her to the bed and told her in no uncertain terms what he intended to do with her. Connor continued to seduce her with his mouth until she was a boneless heap in his arms. Then he pulled away to stare deep into her eyes again.
“Madeline.” His voice was a gentle growl. “God, you’re beautiful.”
She saw the truth in the blue depth of his gaze. He believed it. He made her feel beautiful.
“You’re everything a woman should be.” He pressed soft, sweet kisses to her forehead and her eyelids. “Smart, funny, sexy.” He tilted her face up to his. “Beautiful.”
She kissed him before he finished speaking. His lips were fuller than Gabe’s, his mouth hotter. While Gabe tasted of sex and musk and man, Connor tasted of, well of homemade apple pie, with cinnamon and ice cream. Okay, and he tasted like sex and like man as well—just not the same man as Gabe.
When Gabe kissed her she could barely wait for him to rip off her clothes. When Connor kissed her she was content to stay there in his arms, oh, for about the rest of her life or so.
With Gabe, the need to fuck him kicked in about three seconds after his lips touched hers. With Connor, desire seeped languidly through her bones, starting in her belly and rippling gradually outwards. His touch was no less lethal than Gabe’s, it was just different.
When he unwrapped her towel so she stood naked in his arms, he did not make wicked promises of what was to come, he simply adored her—with his mouth and with his words. Between drawing her heaving, sensitive nipples between his lips and dragging his tongue over the hardened peaks, he whispered of her beauty and her magnetism and her
They stood so near they almost touched. Almost, but Connor did not close the tiny gap between them. “It’s not?” he asked, and she almost whimpered because his breath stirred her hair and warmed her cheek.
“No,” she whispered. “Not by a long shot. At the exact moment the woman thinks the man is going to join them, he stuns her and leaves the room, leaving the woman…empty.”
“She wanted the man to join them?” His voice was rough, and his breath drove her slowly mad.
“You know she did.”
“So what happens next, Maddie?” He inched closer, close enough that the hair on his chest touched her towel.
The almost touch teased her, driving her nipples into hard peaks. “The woman goes to the man’s room.” She swallowed. “And she prays to God her boyfriend’s best friend wants her as much as he says he does.” Because, God help her, she wanted him. Perhaps more than she’d ever wanted her boyfriend.
“He does,” Connor rasped. “Believe me, sweetheart, he does.”
When his lips touched hers, she melted into him. His mouth seduced her, heated her, sucked her into his world. Again she had the overwhelming sensation that in Connor’s arms she was home. He felt right, familiar, as if this was where she was supposed to be.
He was slimmer than Gabe. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders was much easier. She could reach his neck with both hands, wind her fingers through his long, wheaten locks. With Gabe she had to content herself with holding his shoulders.
Connor drew his mouth away from hers, looked deep into her eyes and then groaned and kissed her again. And again. His kisses were long, intense, delicious. She wrapped herself around him like a kitten, winding her leg between his, twining her hand through his hair while the other stroked down his back. She couldn’t get enough of holding him, touching him, kissing him.
With Gabe fireworks erupted when their lips met. With Connor the world slowed down, narrowed. All that existed were the two of them. Together. Kissing, touching, being. Connor.
He moved to close the door, but she stopped him. “Leave it. For Gabe.”
Connor smiled. “For Gabe,” he agreed and kissed her again.
Gabe would have lifted her, carried her to the bed and told her in no uncertain terms what he intended to do with her. Connor continued to seduce her with his mouth until she was a boneless heap in his arms. Then he pulled away to stare deep into her eyes again.
“Madeline.” His voice was a gentle growl. “God, you’re beautiful.”
She saw the truth in the blue depth of his gaze. He believed it. He made her feel beautiful.
“You’re everything a woman should be.” He pressed soft, sweet kisses to her forehead and her eyelids. “Smart, funny, sexy.” He tilted her face up to his. “Beautiful.”
She kissed him before he finished speaking. His lips were fuller than Gabe’s, his mouth hotter. While Gabe tasted of sex and musk and man, Connor tasted of, well of homemade apple pie, with cinnamon and ice cream. Okay, and he tasted like sex and like man as well—just not the same man as Gabe.
When Gabe kissed her she could barely wait for him to rip off her clothes. When Connor kissed her she was content to stay there in his arms, oh, for about the rest of her life or so.
With Gabe, the need to fuck him kicked in about three seconds after his lips touched hers. With Connor, desire seeped languidly through her bones, starting in her belly and rippling gradually outwards. His touch was no less lethal than Gabe’s, it was just different.
When he unwrapped her towel so she stood naked in his arms, he did not make wicked promises of what was to come, he simply adored her—with his mouth and with his words. Between drawing her heaving, sensitive nipples between his lips and dragging his tongue over the hardened peaks, he whispered of her beauty and her magnetism and her
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