I laughed, putting both hands on his shoulders. He must have been ten years my senior, but he was acting like a teenager. That is, if teenagers had fancy condos and knew ballroom dancing.
I sighed, putting my head down against his chest. He pressed a hand to the back of my skull, cradling me gently.
“Is everything okay?” he asked.
“Yes,” I replied. “It’s just been a long time since someone swept me off my feet like this.”
“You deserve it,” he said. “Anything I can do to make your evening more spectacular, you need only ask.”
“I know one thing.” I tilted my head back, offering myself up to him on a silver platter.
He didn’t hesitate. Dropping his lips down to cover mine, he applied the perfect amount of pressure. I felt like a fairy princess in a storybook castle. But my plans didn’t include happily ever after. All I wanted was a royal fucking to dispel all the pent-up energy that was driving me crazy.
I put my hands over his ears, pulling him even closer. He stopped the frivolous waltz, focusing in on the task at hand. We stood for a moment, locked in the embrace, unable to move. He scooped me up as effortlessly as he might carry a pillow.
I looped my arms behind his neck, holding on tight as he walked to the bedroom. I had a glimpse of cream-colored walls decorated with vibrant works of art. It looked like Connor was into abstracts, explosions of color with no real form. I would have to study them further if time allowed. But now was not that time.
The bedroom was humongous, even bigger than Flynn’s own chamber. It had a full seating area in addition to the bed and an entertainment system that rivaled anything I had ever seen. I wondered if he spent most of his evenings in there, sequestered in luxury, catching up on the day’s news. That thought drifted away too as my champion strode to the bed.
He set me down, not giving me any time to adjust. With the practiced grace of a large cat, he climbed on top of me, weighing me down onto the mattress. I couldn’t help but laugh. It was as if he had gone grocery shopping for a bed partner, brought me home, and installed me exactly where he wanted me.
I could see that he agreed, his eyes full of humor as well as passion. His lips settled onto mine, picking up where we left off. He brushed a thumb over my cheek, easing into the action. I slid my fingers beneath the collar of his shirt, touching bare skin.
He closed his mouth, leaving me with the taste of wine and the scent of his cologne. Tilting my chin up, he began to kiss down my neck, sucking a thick circle of skin between his lips. I pushed my hips up, already eager for what was to come.
He responded by dragging one hand down my torso, from my shoulder to my waist. His palm against my pelvic bone was a gentle pressure, reminding me to take it easy. I relaxed into the motions, reaching out to stroke his bicep. It was larger than I recalled, filling my grip with hard muscle.
“You’re really stacked,” I said dreamily.
“All for you,” he replied, slipping further down my throat to reach the convergence of my collar bones.
He rested there for a moment, his tongue working wonders. Frustrated by the clothing between us, he reached for the hem of my shirt, lifting it up and over my head. I settled back down, nearly nude from the waist up.
He descended to my chest, his breath hot. I felt his hand circling my waist, pushing between me and the mattress. I arched up to give him leverage, and he used it to draw my body toward him.
I needed to touch him, to feel his skin against my skin. Reaching for his shirt as he moved, I grasped handfuls of fabric. He paused, breaking concentration to comply with my demands. Pulling the garment off, he set it aside, coming back to me.
I circled his neck, dragging my fingers through his hair. He kissed me softly, determined to resume his quest. Digging behind my back, he found the clasp of my bra, unhinging the hook from its eye. I felt the barrier peel away, leaving me exposed to the air and to his smoking hot gaze.
Something uncoiled deep within me, letting loose a flood of desire. My core grew wet, eagerly anticipating his touch. He resumed his journey, seeking out the dual pleasure centers that crowned my naked chest.
I gasped as he licked one nipple, cupping my breast to guide it to his lips. After favoring it with attention, he pulled back, blowing a stream of cold air across its surface. I caught my breath and held it. He was doing everything right. I knew in that moment that I was in the presence of a master.
I stretched beneath him, offering myself up. I wanted everything he had to give me and more. Lightly stroking his upper back, I felt the power of his frame. Whatever he did to achieve his level of fitness was working for him.
He came back to my breast, eagerly pulling the nipple between his lips. I felt a pulse of electricity race down my spine as he worked his tongue across the nub. Without pause, his hands continued lower, hooking two fingers beneath my waistband.
The pinnacle of the evening was coming. We were halfway there, and my engine was ready to go. I spread my legs around his hips, pulling my knees up to cradle him between my thighs.
I slid my hands down his spine, burying them beneath his slacks. I could almost reach his buttocks, my momentum halted at his lower back. He rubbed his crotch against mine, giving me a taste of what was to come. I could feel his groin growing harder, a massive package hidden beneath a wall of protective clothing.
I turned my hips up, meeting his advances, hungry for his love. The jeans I was wearing dug into my skin, not designed for strenuous movement. I could barely feel anything below the belt, the heavy fabric holding me tight.
He solved that problem a moment later, undoing the button of my fly. I heard the snick of the zipper as it descended toward my crotch. Then his hands were on my hips, helping me out of the restrictive garment.
I kicked it free, sliding my heels up and down against the comforter. The cool blanket tickled my bare legs, soft as a cloud beneath me. I gathered Connor into my arms, pulling him tight so that I could feel him all over.
He twisted above me, shucking his own pants and revealing the titan between his legs. I went straight for his buttocks, filling my palms with their smooth contours. He was an athlete, cut from head to toe. Even his thighs between mine were rock solid. I knew in an instant that this was going to be a wild ride.