Chapter 19
Connor
Connor’s lips traveled down Luna’s neck as his hands roamed over her curves. God, he absolutely loved the feel of her skin under his hands. It was intoxicating. When he touched her, everything else went away. He didn’t think about the years they’d been apart. He didn’t think about the future. There was only the moment.
He pressed his tongue into her mouth, exploring its hot recesses. With every movement, every moan, his blood rushed faster and hotter through his veins. He needed her. This was right.
That was the one thing he couldn’t get past—would never be able to get past. Every time he touched her, he knew that things between them were meant to be. She was the girl for him, no question.
It was really just a matter of not scaring her off until she reached that same conclusion.
When they were together like this, feeding off of each other’s energy and totally on the same page, it was so easy to just go with the flow and not worry about the future.
In fact, it was the easiest thing in the world to just think about her body, her lips, her hair, her scent. To lose himself in the sensation of kissing and touching her. That was what he resolved to do, to just let instinct and the moment carry him on a tide of arousal.
He slid his hand underneath the lower hem of her shirt and slid it up the smooth, warm skin of her torso. He rubbed her skin in small circles with his thumb, loving the way she trembled under his touch. It gave him such a sense of power to know that his touch affected her that way.
He wanted to make her feel good, sure. But the rush came from just knowing that he made her feel, period. It had been so hard to know what to think when they’d been operating under radio silence. He wasn’t sure if she thought about him, or would remember how special things were between them. Knowing that she did, on both counts, was great. But knowing that he could still draw that kind of reaction from her was even better.
He pushed her shirt and bra up over her breasts, revealing dark red nipples, standing out pert and hard against the creamy skin of her chest. He let his eyes travel over the length of her body, his cock straining against his jeans.
She was so damn beautiful. He’d missed her so much. There were so many nights that he’d lain awake in his bed, picturing the body that he was now looking at again. She was here for the taking and he was going to do exactly that.
He leaned down and touched the tip of his tongue to one hard tip, and she trembled and exhaled, and a small moan escaped from her. His dick jumped inside his pants. God, he couldn’t wait to bury it inside of her. But first he was going to explore every inch of her skin with his hands, and his mouth.
Connor took her nipple in his mouth fully and swirled his tongue around it, flicking the hard tip of his tongue on the sensitive nub every time it went around.
Her fingers tangled in the back of his hair, he felt little pinpricks of pain where her nails scraped against his scalp, but he didn’t mind. It felt good.
She arched her back, pressing her chest forward at the same time that her hands put pressure on the back of his head, pushing his mouth even tighter onto her.
Her skin was hot under his hands, his dick was jumping in his pants. His blood was rushing, his brain was spinning. He was caught up in the moment and his thoughts were completely silenced. There was nothing but sensation. And emotion. That was in there, too. But certainly not thoughts.
He switched over to her other breast, giving it the same treatment as he’d given the first. From the way she continued to arch her back even further forward, and moaned even louder, he could tell that she liked it just as well, if not better, than the first, too.
He slid his hands up her back and pressed her body into his mouth. He felt connected to her on a base level. He felt close to her. He was overwhelmed with the desire to express that closeness on a physical level.
Just like he felt nothing separating them emotionally and spiritually, he wanted nothing separating them physically.
He planted a trail of kisses down her belly, moving his head slowly down her body, taking the time to savor every inch of skin that his lips touched. He wanted to burn this moment into his memory so that any time he thought about it in the future, he wouldn’t just remember in the cold, detached way that most memories played out. Instead, he’d relive it as if it was happening again for the first time.
Her skin was the most delicious mix of salty and sweet he’d ever tasted. When he darted his tongue out to swipe it over the smooth expanse of her torso, she shuddered.
“Damn, girl. You taste good,” he breathed, and she shuddered even harder.
God. That was the kind of control he had over her body. With just a word he could make her tremble. With just a touch he could make her moan. His chest filled with pride, and his dick swelled so large it was actually a little painful to keep it in his pants.
He slid his hands back behind her ass and pulled her hips forward to give himself better access when unbuttoning her jeans and exploring the sensitive flesh underneath.
Now that he was so close, he was aching to sink his fingers into her, and taste her.
He unfastened her pants with no hesitation. His fingers were sure, strong, and fast. He knew that it must be the hormones flooding his body, because he sure as hell trembled any other time he thought about her naked, or touching her.
He pulled the stiff denim down her hips, dragging her lacy panties with them. He pushed them all the way down her legs to her ankles so that she would have plenty of room to spread her knees apart, and she pushed them off with her feet, taking her shoes with them.
He leaned down and kissed his way up her inner thighs, then used two fingers to tease her, playing at her entrance, drawing out the sensation. She responded by sliding her hips forward, pressing her slick folds against his fingertips. She gasped as his fingers moved and pressed against her, then clenched and moaned deeply.
Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore and he slid two fingers inside her pussy. Her inner walls grabbed at his fingers and wouldn’t let go. He moved them back and forth, hitting her inner spot again and again.