Never Too Hot (Hot Shots: Men of Fire #3)(31)
Author: Bella Andre

“So perfect.”

His thumbs circled the tight buds, tightening further at his teasing caress. Her entire being was focused on two square inches of skin. She’d never felt pleasure so exquisite, never knew her br**sts could be so incredibly sensitive. Connor’s erection pressed hard against her belly and she felt an answering warmth between her legs.

“For four days I’ve had your taste on my tongue. And I’ve wanted more. So much more.”

A thrill shot through her in the same moment his mouth came down over her ni**les. Cupping her br**sts, he pushed them together so that he could easily move from one to the next, laving them with long, soft strokes of his tongue.

“Connor,” she moaned as she arched herself even closer to his incredible mouth.

At the sound of his name, he took one of her ni**les between his lips and sucked it into his mouth, his teeth gently scoring the sensitive flesh. One hand still cupping her br**sts, the other moved to her backside, splaying one butt cheek and dragging her tighter against his shaft as he slipped one thigh between hers.

As he moved his attention to the other nipple, her arousal grew so intense that she couldn’t help but grind herself against the hard column of his leg. He encouraged her with his arm, helping her move in perfect rhythm to his tongue and lips on her br**sts. And then, his fingers were on her belly, moving swiftly toward her wetness.

And then, sweet Lord, his fingers found her clitoris. She opened up her legs for him as she rocked against his fingers, wanting desperately for him to keep touching her, just like that, right there, where it felt so good. She was so close, just on the verge of breaking apart into a million little pieces, when he pulled his hand away and took a step backward. Away from her.

The loss of his heat, of his touch, felt like ramming straight into an iceberg.

But then, it hit her what must have happened. She reached out to him. “Did it happen again? Your hands, did they go numb?”

He looked down at his hands, clenched into fists. “No. I could feel you. Too well.” He winced. “I can’t control myself around you, Ginger. I’m too rough. I’m going to hurt you. God, I don’t want to hurt you.”

She could barely believe what she was hearing. Was he really apologizing for wanting to make love to her so badly that he was losing control?

“I’m tougher than I look.”

She needed to let Connor know how much she wanted this, that she was desperate for his fingers and hands and mouth on her. Fast or slow, she didn’t care. All she cared about was the pleasure of touching and being touched by him.

Reaching behind her back, she undid her bra and let it fall to the floor between them. “I loved what you were doing to my br**sts,” she said in a hoarse voice before stepping back from him and stripping off her panties.

Boldly taking his hand, she placed it onto her mound, trembling as his rough fingers made contact with her heavily aroused skin, full with desire.

“I loved what you were doing right here too. Do it again, Connor. Take me higher, take me all the way over the edge.” She went on her tippy toes and whispered into his ear, “And don’t worry about me. I can handle you.”

He moved her so fast from standing in the middle of the room to flat on her back on the bed that she lost her breath. A heartbeat later, his head was between her legs, his mouth replacing his hand. Crying out, she arched up into his lips as his tongue slid into her wetness, then up to her clitoris, then back down the length of her labia.

His hands held her hips steady as she forgot how to breathe, how to think, how to do anything but feel.

And then, oh God, there it was, a higher peak than she’d ever climbed before, and she was exploding beneath him, her body wracked with spasms of ecstasy. Through it all, he continued licking and sucking and plunging with his tongue, never letting up, not until he’d wrung every ounce of pleasure from her body.

Tears pricked her eyes, not just from the pleasure, but from the intense emotions that Connor’s care with her body stirred up. The way he touched her, kissed her, stroked her, made her feel beautiful.

Special.

“I didn’t know,” she said when she could finally speak. “I didn’t know it could be like that.”

Running kisses along the insides of her thighs, then up her belly and her rib cage, he found her br**sts again with his hands and mouth.

“I need to be inside you.” His eyes held hers in the near darkness. “Now. Before I explode.”

Together they yanked off his pants and pulled off his shirt until he was levered over her, completely naked.

Ginger was sure that nothing and no one had ever felt this good. She wanted to touch and kiss every inch of him, take her time exploring his perfection. But those explorations would have to wait, because he was pushing her thighs apart with one knee and lifting himself up her body so that the head of his penis was pressed up against her open folds. And then, before she could take her next breath, he was inside her, in one long stroke.

“You’re so tight,” he groaned, going completely still as her body stretched to accept his thick member. “So wet.”

She could feel him throbbing against her womb, her body answering with more wetness and fluttering way down deep in her belly.

“Please, Connor,” she begged, not knowing the right words to ask for what she wanted, but knowing it was waiting for her just the same.

But those two simple words were magic, because a moment later, he began the long, slow slide out, then back in.

Out. In. Out. In. Over and over again until she was delirious with desire and the peak that she’d crested only minutes earlier was, amazingly, back within reach.

She pulled his face down to hers so that she could show him with her kisses how much this lovemaking meant to her. That it was everything she’d been waiting for. That being with him was so much more than anything she’d ever felt before.

And as they kissed, he grew bigger still inside her until that moment when she felt her hold on her body give way again to another mind-blowing orgasm and he was throbbing and pulsing inside of her, pushing harder, higher, deeper as they both came.

Panting hard, her skin still slick from the rain, but mostly from the intense heat they’d generated, Connor shifted their weight so that his back was on the mattress and her head was cradled against his chest.

One of his arms over her hip, one leg wound against her, exhaustion swept over her, the perfect kind of tiredness that came from having given all of herself. It was similar to how she felt after an all-day painting marathon, but far more special.

Because she wasn’t alone.

Connor breathed her in, the delicious scent that was so unique to Ginger. Her name said it all; sweet and spicy mingling together in the perfect package.