The Millionaire's Club: Connor, Tom & Gavin: Round-the-Clock Temptation / Highly Compromised Position / A Most Shocking Revelation. Michelle Celmer
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He reached for her but she backed away.
“Uh-uh. Lay down.”
“What are you going to do?” He didn’t sound worried, just inquisitive.
She ran her tongue across her bottom lip. “Things you’ve only dreamed about.”
He sat on the edge of the mattress, scooted back and stretched out in all his glory with his hands folded under his head on the pillow. Not bashful, was he? “This what you wanted?”
“Perfect.” Nita knelt at the foot of the bed and crawled up between his legs. Starting at his ankles, she ran her hands up, through the crisp dark hair. She felt the muscle flex under her palms and his eyes grew heavy with lust.
She lowered her head and ran her tongue up the entire length of his erection.
Connor groaned and gripped the bottom edge of the headboard. Nita sure didn’t waste any time getting to the good stuff. And he didn’t doubt it would only get better.
For a while she only teased him, using her tongue in ways he hadn’t even known were possible. He lay there in ecstasy wondering where she’d learned to do this, how many men had come before him, then realized he didn’t care. He was here now. That was all that mattered.
When he didn’t think he could take much more of her exploring, she looked up to make sure he was watching and took him deep in her mouth. It was so damned erotic he just about lost it. It wasn’t the first time a woman had gone down on him but he couldn’t remember it feeling this good. He couldn’t remember feeling much of anything at all. He’d never let himself.
Now he couldn’t stop feeling. The wet heat of her mouth, the soft scrape of her teeth on his skin, her hair slipping like silk across his thighs. Her palms were rough from handling the horses, but instead of it being a turn-off, it only excited him more. Everything about her excited him. Too much. His heart pounded, blood pulsed as desire took hold and wouldn’t let go. He wanted it to last but it felt so damned good. He was almost there…
About half a second before he reached the point of no return, she gave him one more long, wet lick, then stopped. He groaned with both disappointment and relief.
She started kissing a path up his belly, slid herself over his body, touching and tasting everything along the way, until she was straddling him. For the rest of his life he would never forget the way she looked sitting there, long and lean and beautiful. He thought about what she’d said, about looking like a boy and nearly laughed out loud.
“See how wet you make me?” She rocked herself intimately against him, so hot and slippery. He groaned and dug his fingers into her hips. He didn’t want to rush this, but he was so turned on he couldn’t see straight.
“Connor, I need you inside me. I can’t wait any longer.”
“Do I need my wallet?”
“I’m on the pill,” she said. “Is that okay?”
“Works for me.” He watched as, eyes closed, head thrown back, she lowered herself over him, took him deep inside of her. She was so hot and tight he was sure he’d died and gone to heaven. Nothing should ever feel this good, this perfect.
For several seconds she sat motionless, as if savoring the moment, then she began to move. If he’d expected slow and sweet, he could see right away that wasn’t going to happen. She rode him hard and fast, whispering sexy words in a voice husky with desire. All too soon he began to lose himself in the exquisite sensations, but instead of trying to lock it down as he normally would, wring all the feeling, all the emotion from the act, he let go. He let himself feel it all—physically and emotionally. It came from everywhere and nowhere, and was more intense than anything he’d ever felt before. And when he knew he was ready to tumble over the edge, his body didn’t let go. The world around him became a blur as sensation like he’d never felt over-whelmed him. It drove him higher and higher, until it was almost too much to take.
Then Nita cried out and her body clamped hard around him and he lost it. Orgasm for him had always been swift and simple—a release of pent-up energy. What was happening to him now…It was as if every emotion he’d never let himself feel came crashing down around him all at once. It was almost too much to bear. Too painfully intense. He was still riding it out when Nita collapsed breathlessly in his arms.
That’s when he knew what he’d told her was true. This wasn’t just sex to him. He loved her. She was what he wanted, for the rest of his life, and he would do whatever it took to keep her.
Nita lay sprawled across Connor’s chest, listening to his heart pound against her ear, feeling the deep rise and fall as he breathed.
Normally she didn’t do the whole afterglow routine. It was too personal, too easy to drop her defenses and let those warm, fuzzy feelings mess with her head. But for some reason, she couldn’t seem to make herself get out of his bed. She didn’t want to.
She had known sex with him would be good, but they’d blown right past good the second he’d ripped her bra off. From there she couldn’t even put into words what she’d felt because there were really no words to describe it. He was definitely in a class all by himself.
For a fleeting moment she’d worried that, given his age, she might be too much for him to handle, but he’d had the stamina of men half his age—and then some. And while she’d expected him to be as reserved in bed as he had been in personality, he’d quickly proved her wrong. He’d arranged her in so many different positions—some downright scandalous—that by the time they were finished she’d felt like a human pretzel. Who would have guessed a man as reserved and quiet as Connor would have such an adventurous streak in bed?
Connor stroked her back with a large, warm hand—down her spine, over the curve of her behind and back up again. “Is it safe to talk now?”
“What do you mean?”
“You told me earlier, no more talking tonight. But I figured since it’s 1:00 a.m., it’s technically tomorrow.”
“We have been talking,” she said. There was no way he could accuse her of being quiet during sex.
“By talking, I mean having a conversation, not, ‘Do it harder, Connor,’ or ‘Faster, Connor.’”
She laughed and pinched him playfully. “Yeah, okay. What do you want to talk about?”
“I don’t know. What do you usually talk about after sex?”
“I don’t. Unlike most women, I’m the first one off the bed and out the door.”
“Why is that?”
She shrugged. “Never seemed much point in hanging around. You do and a man starts to get the wrong idea.”
“But you’re here now.”
“You wore me out. I’m too tired to move.” It wasn’t a complete lie, and it was easier than the truth. Hell, even she didn’t know why she was still lying there. It had to be temporary insanity.
“Have there been many before me?”
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