Again, my heart starts thumping wildly. He wants me to pick thingsIwill like, so I use the room and treat it more like my house, rather than sticking to the small den on the second floor.
“This might take a while,” I smirk at him. Connor grins at me, making a show of getting comfortable.
“I’ve cleared my schedule for the day.”
After studying him for a long moment, I shift to lie down on the sofa with my head in his lap. Connor strokes my hair as he watches me pick out the furniture, commenting when I hold the iPad up for his input.
I wasn’t kidding when I said it would take a while, especially when Connor holds up pictures on his phone of the smashed-up rooms so I can see what we need to buy.
Lauren comes in to bring us sandwiches and sodas at one point, but other than that, we spend the whole day alone in the den, picking out furniture, pictures, and new kitchen things.
Connor has no clue about pots and pans, but he pulls up a website for a fancy kitchenware store, and I’m almost crying with happiness.
I look at everything and drool over it all, ensuring I don’t go overboard, even while Connor is egging me to buy a gorgeous casserole dish we don’t need.
Once we’ve ordered everything we could possibly need and some things we don’t, Connor puts the iPad on the coffee table and tugs me up so I’m sitting in his lap.
He cuddles me close, burying his face in my neck like he does when he sleeps.
“I’m so sorry you got dragged into my sordid world,leannán,” he whispers, sounding sad. I stroke my fingers through his thick ashy blonde hair, pressing a firm kiss against his temple.
“It was always going to happen at some point, Connor,” I whisper back.
He snorts against my skin but doesn’t sound amused when speaking.
“I never wanted that shite to touch you,achuislemochroí,” he says sadly, his fingers brushing along my arm lightly, raising goosebumps. “I’m so sorry.”
Placing my hands on either side of Connor’s head, I tip his face to mine.
“I happen to think you’re worth all the trouble, you know,” I smirk at him. The corners of his mouth tug up into a smile, though it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.
“I wish you could have the good bits without the bad bits.”
My heart tugs. Oh, Connor. You have no idea how precious you are.
“There are no bad bits,” I murmur, leaning down to press a kiss to his lips. Connor groans, sliding his hands up my back and tangling them in my hair as he deepens the kiss.
“Oh my god! I’m so sorry!” Lauren squeaks as she walks into the room while we are making out.
“Feck off, Lauren,” Connor calls out, his lips still fused to mine.
I giggle as we hear her scamper out of the room, closing the door tightly behind her, still apologizing.
“She won’t come back for a while,” Connor murmurs against my mouth as his hand slides up my skirt, his fingers curling around my panties. They find my clit, stroking it.
“I need to be inside ye,leannán,” he breathes, his tongue swirling against my throat. The second I gasp out my agreement, he’s unbuttoning his trousers and thrusting up into me as I moan appreciatively.
When I roll my hips, Connor groans, alternating between kissing me and murmuring things in Irish.
“Achuislemochroí.” Kiss. “Is breá liom tú.” Kiss. “Momhuirníndílis.” Kiss.
I whimper as he grasps my hips to stop them from rolling, devouring my mouth as he pumps his hips up. I’m shattering around him, his mouth swallowing the sounds of my pleasure as Connor groans and holds still, grinding me down on his dick as he comes.
Panting against my neck, Connor mutters, “Is breá liom tú,” again, lifting me off him, buttoning up his trousers, and holding me tightly in his lap, against his chest, pressing kisses to my hairline.
CONNOR
Seamus smirks at me as we walk into the jewelry store and points at the glass counter with sparkling diamond rings.