I bit back my smile.
Connor sank to his knees, wrapped his arms around her and held her to his chest as he rose to stand again.
“Love you, Hannah Banana,” he said, eyes clenched shut, cheek pressed against the long hair I’d left half down, half braided.
“Love you,” she said, wiggling against his hold. “We’re going down!” She said as the cabin carried us back to earth.
We stepped onto the solid pier a few minutes later, but it didn’t matter.
I still felt like I was walking on clouds.
“Great idea to stop at Pike Place Market,” Connor said as he cleared away the dishes.
We’d spent the rest of the day exploring the pier and then headed to the market to buy fresh produce and seafood for the dinner we’d just consumed.
“I’m glad you liked it,” I said, wiping down the table. “I’ll warn you; it’s the only thing I can cook.”
“I loved it!” Hannah said, slumping slightly in her chair. We’d worn her out proper today.
“Now, baking,” I said. “That I can do.”
Hannah’s eyes lit up. “Like cupcakes?”
“Easy.”
“Brownies?”
“My favorite.”
“With sprinkles?”
I chuckled. “Of course.”
“Can you teach me?”
“Yes.” I smiled. “But, tomorrow.”
She frowned.
“Sorry, Hannah Banana.” I touched her shoulder. “It’s getting late. We’ve had a big day, and we’re all tired. I still have to drive home.”
She sighed. “I wish you could stay here all the time.”
I pressed my lips together to stop myself from saying me too.
“That would be okay with you?” Connor asked Hannah, the words out so fast it was like he couldn’t help himself.
I rose to my feet, spinning to face him with wide eyes.
We hadn’t discussed this beyond the mutual agreement that we both wanted Hannah’s happiness and comfort to come first.
“Yes,” Hannah said with a little sass that showed how much she was like her Uncle. “She’s my best friend!”
I spun back to her and squeezed her. “And you’re mine too, but—”
“And you’re Uncle Connor’s girlfriend,” she cut me off. “We both want you around all the time. Don’t we?” She looked at him like this was the most ridiculous conversation in the world, and I bit back a laugh.
Connor cleared his throat, and I flashed him a look that screamed told you she was sharp as a hawk. The look quickly switched to panic because Hannah had put a label out there we’d never discussed.
“Ivy,” he said. “Would you like to read Hannah a bedtime story?”
My cheeks hurt I smiled so hard. “Only if she wants me to.”
Here we were speaking in code when the five-year old was more direct.
“Yes!” She grabbed my hand and tugged me toward her room. “Uncle Connor can make us pancakes in the morning,” she said as we stomped up the stairs. “He makes the best chocolate chip pancakes…”
I glanced over my shoulder, finding Connor staring up at us from the bottom of the stairs. The grin on his face was pure mischief, a promise that made my spine tingle.
An hour later, I was floating in the air, something warm and strong beneath me.
I jolted awake to find myself cradled against Connor’s chest.
“Ohmygod,” I whispered. “I’m sorry!”
He furrowed his brow, glancing down at me as he walked us into his bedroom. “What are you sorry for?”
“I fell asleep cuddling with Hannah.” I facepalmed myself. After three unicorn stories, she’d asked me to lay with her for a little bit. I couldn’t say no to the puppy-eyes she’d flashed, and the next thing I knew…floating.
He sat me gently on his bed, and suddenly I was very much awake. Something fierce and powerful churned in his eyes, which he trailed slowly over my fully clothed body. The look was intimate enough that I felt naked, exposed, desirable.
“I honestly didn’t mean to wake you,” he said, a strong arm on either side of me, his nose tracing the edge of my neck. “You wouldn’t have been comfortable in that bed all night, though.”
“So you brought me to yours,” I said, breathless. His scent, his warmth, all swirled around me creating a buzzing ache between my thighs.
“I want you here,” he said, almost like it was a confession.
We’d never slept together when Hannah was in the home. With her asleep across the hall…it would mean something.
“Ivy,” he whispered my name, his hand now on my cheek, his eyes locked with mine. “Will you stay with me?”
My heart fluttered in my chest, and for some dumb reason, tears burned my eyes.
“You want me to?” I asked because I needed him to say it twice.
“Yes,” he said, brushing his lips over mine with a feather-light touch, eliciting a gasp from me. “I want you…” He kissed me harder. “In my bed.” Another kiss. “In my home.” Another. “In my life.”
My chest rose and fell from the way his lips worked over mine.
“I want you, Ivy,” he continued. “To be mine.” He gently nudged his legs between my knees, kissing me until my spine hit the mattress. He pulled back, hovering over me, the muscles in his arms rippling.
“Okay,” I whispered, trailing my hands over the center of his broad chest.
A spark flashed in his eyes, and he crushed his lips on mine, parting them with his tongue, flicking the edges of my teeth until I arched against him.
“Say it,” he demanded, lifting up enough so I could tug his shirt over his head. I tossed it to the floor, taking in every glorious inch of his smooth skin. “Say it, Ivy,” he said again, this time more of a plea as he stood and rid himself of his pants and then mine, leaving us in nothing but our underwear.
When he came back to the bed, I locked my ankles around his hips and yanked until I’d flipped our positions, me now straddling him. The fact that he’d yielded to my touch—allowing me to top him—sent warm shivers up my core. I gripped the hem of my shirt, sliding it off and sending it to join his on the floor. His hands were instantly on my lace covered breasts, kneading as his hips rose slightly, enough to show me just how much he wanted me.
I rocked my hips over him, teasing him over his briefs as I moved his hands to the center of my chest.
“I’m yours,” I said, holding his hands there but still rolling myself over him.
He trembled at my words, every inch of his body tight and hard, like a spring ready to burst. Rising up, we were nose to nose, our quickened breaths mingling. Despite the thin fabric barrier separating us, I’d never felt closer to someone in my entire life as he slid his hand into the waves of my hair and kissed me so tenderly I melted against him.
He kissed me like I was precious to him, valued, loved.
He kissed me perfectly, with enough heat and wildness to make me writhe against him.
And I drank him in, his taste, his smoky citrus scent, the way he made me ache in places I’d never known I could ache—body and soul.
Connor shifted enough to reach a hand between us, guiding it over my breasts, and lower, until he teased me over the lace.
“Ivy,” he said my name before nipping at my bottom lip. His fingers slipping beneath the lace. “God, you’re perfect.” He rolled his fingers in my heat, circling that bundle of nerves that made me buck against his hand. Sliding one finger in, then two, I stretched around him, gasping at the way he pulsed his fingers inside me. My entire being focused on the feel of him, the way I was completely at his mercy.
I moved on him, and his eyes never strayed from mine as he watched me, the intensity of his gaze more intimate than I’d ever experienced. And I didn’t dare blink, not as I shamelessly rode his hand, arching and rolling and gasping as he worked me into a frenzy. Shoving me toward the edge until I clenched around him.
On the cusp of explosion, I t
hrew my head back, and the man…moved.
I whimpered from the lack of him as he gripped my hips and spun me on the bed until my back hit the comforter that crumpled around us.
“Connor,” I practically growled.
“Do you trust me?” He asked, moving toward his closet, leaving me pulsing on the bed.
“Not if you don’t get back here,” I snapped.
He returned quickly, a familiar pair of fuzzy handcuffs dangling from fingers that were soaked with me.
A thrill traveled down the center of me.
“Do you trust me?” He asked again, and my heart was pounding so hard I could only nod as he climbed onto the bed. “Say it.”
“Yes,” I whispered, and he flashed me that mischievous grin as he slowly, gently secured me to his bed frame.
“You’re mine, Ivy,” he said, his breath hot against my swollen flesh as lowered himself to peel the lace from my legs. I instinctively reached for him, but my wrists hit the soft barrier, leaving me completely at his mercy.
“Oh God, yes!” I screamed when he unleashed his tongue on me, feasting on me with no gentleness but pure hunger that matched my cravings. His tongue slid between my heat, flattened and flicking and swirling as I bucked against him with thrusts of my hips.