Wanting More (Mitchell Family #5)(15)
Author: Jennifer Foor

Her eyes were still closed from our kiss. I looked down at her puffy lips and couldn’t wait to feel them again. This woman needed to be consumed. She needed to know that she was sexy as hell and desired, and I wanted to be the guy to show her.

When she didn’t reply, I brushed my mouth against hers. “Tell me you want me to stop, Blaze.”

I could feel her increased breathing as she spoke. “I don’t!”

Chapter 8

Amy

I was tired of denying myself happiness; tired of living in an endless pool of regret; tired of being cut down until I hated to look at myself in the mirror. Here was this man in front of me; this beautiful man that awakened parts of me that I thought were lost forever.

I wanted to feel the passion he was offering. I was tired of falling asleep at night wondering what this man was really like. I wanted him. I needed him.

Conner’s eyes got big after I gave him the go-ahead. He took both of my hands and placed them on his chest, over his shirt. “I’m not used to takin’ things slow, darlin.” He brought his hand up and ran it against my cheek. “Turn around.”

I was confused, but did as he told me. I took my hands off of his chest and glanced at him one last time before turning around. I wasn’t used to trusting someone, in fact, I found myself sleeping with one eye open to keep myself safe.

Conner’s hands started on my shoulders and slowly made their way down both of my arms. His touch was warm and with only the t-shirt I was wearing keeping me from feeling his fingers, I could feel my heart beating out of my chest.

When he got to my fingers, he laced his hands into mine and leaned his head into my neck. “Darlin’, as much as I want this, I need you to be sure, because once we start this we ain’t stoppin’.”

I could feel him tracing my left hand, particularly my ring finger. I knew what he was asking. I let my back lean against his chest. My eyes closed and I let myself forget about everything except Conner. “Don’t stop.” It was a whisper, but he heard me loud and clear. I knew because I felt him removing the ring from my finger and letting it fall to the floor. I heard it drop and hit the floor and felt weak in my knees with anticipation of what was coming.

Conner let my hands fall as he moved his fingers over my abdomen. His lips drug over my ear and his heated breath tickled me. With his hands moving along my stomach, his t-shirt that once covered my ass, was lifting up. I bit down on my lip thinking about him being behind me and holding me the way he was. When I opened my eyes, I noticed him watching what he was doing in the mirror across from us. My shirt was lifted high enough to reveal that I wasn’t wearing any panties and when he caught my gaze through our reflection, I saw him smiling.

I wanted to turn around and face him; to look in those green eyes and get lost in his kisses, but he steadied my stance and continued sliding his hands higher, finally reaching the underneath of my br**sts. My ni**les began to tingle just knowing he was so close to touching them. I’d imagined this moment so many times in my head, even when I wanted to hate him. Conner continued to kiss my neck as he grabbed the ends of the shirt and slowly lifted it up over my br**sts. He watched himself in the mirror, lightly running his fingertips on my ni**les.

I licked my lips and concentrated on breathing. His voice whispered in my ear. “You’re more perfect than I remember.”

My chest moved up and down as I tried to keep my breathing controlled. Conner grabbed me by my hair and pulled my face around, so he could kiss me. I reached one arm up and grabbed the back of his neck, while I tried to turn my body to face him. He held his body firmly against mine and continued his tongue filled kisses from behind me.

When he pulled away, he walked me a few steps forward so we were closer to the mirror on the dresser. With one swift pull, the t-shirt was lifted over my head and I was standing there completely naked. He took two index fingers and traced around my areolas. “I’m goin’ to kiss every inch of you, Blaze. When we leave this room tomorrow, I’ll be all you can think about. I’m going to leave you wanting more.”

I knew that he knew I was having trouble breathing. I hadn’t been touched in forever and his teasing me was forcing me to feel things I’d never experienced. We hadn’t even had sex and I already believed what he was saying was going to be true. He met my gaze in the mirror. “Tell me what you want.” He never took his eyes from mine when he asked it.

I could barely speak without my voice cracking. “I want to touch you.”

His dimples showed as he cupped my br**sts in his hands and licked his lips. “What do you want to touch?”

“You…everything! Please.”

He turned me around and finally looked me straight in the eye as he removed his shirt. My eyes got wide when I took in his chiseled chest and tattooed skin. I ran my hands up and down it, over his ni**les. He grabbed my hands and halted my movements.

Conner grabbed one of my hands and pulled it up to his mouth. He kissed it intently before taking it and wrapping it around his waist. His skin was warm and like I had always imagined, it was smooth and smelled like musky heaven. His arms wrapped around my back, while his hands slowly slid down to both of my ass cheeks. He gripped them hard, pulling me into his lips again.

His kisses became vigorous and when our tongues finally collided, a rush of heat ran through my body. Conner held onto my ass and continued kissing and sucking on my tongue. When we finally pulled away from each other, we were both breathing heavy.

He pushed me back against the bed and made me sit down while he backed away from me. I watched him unbuckling his belt. He kept watching me, never taking his eyes off of me as he worked his jeans and let them fall to the floor. I wanted to look at him so bad; to see if he was hard for me, but those green eyes were looking right through me and I couldn’t look away.

Conner bent down and removed his boxer shorts and climbed onto the bed over top of me. I backed myself up further on the bed to give his long legs extra room.

He went slow, finding my lips once again. I loved how he moved his tongue with mine, finding a rhythm that made it seem like I’d kissed him a million times before.

As he pulled away, he brushed the hair out of my face. "You’re beautiful."

He was the beautiful one. His perfect body was positioned over me, without putting all the weight against me. Conner kissed my cheek, then worked his way down to my chin. He drug his tongue up and down my neck before placing small kisses in between my br**sts. I could feel myself getting wet between my legs even before he sat up and straddled me so that he could cup both of my br**sts in his hands. I let out a soft moan, unable to contain how good it felt to be caressed that way.