Sweet Harmony (Harmony Falls #1) - Elizabeth Kelly Page 0,73

his dimple. “We’ll have a bite to eat and watch a little Netflix. What do you think?”

Her pussy clenched when his gaze flickered to her crotch for the briefest of moments. God, she hoped by Netflix he meant, ‘you can suck on my cock’. Her cheeks were heating up and she turned away before he could see. “Yeah, that sounds great.”

She hurried into the kitchen, her pussy still doing that slow and maddening throb it had been doing all damn day. All she had to do was think about Connor and she got wet. She was going insane. She’d spent most of the day alternating between feeling guilty about how much she wanted Connor and daydreaming about stripping him naked and spending the day in his bed exploring every part of his body with her mouth.

Grace could tell immediately that something was up, but Kira couldn’t talk to her about it. Not yet anyway. Not when the memory of how absolutely perfect it felt to have Connor touching her was so fresh in her mind.

She grabbed a couple bowls from the cupboard and spooned the stew into them before grabbing water from the fridge and silverware from the cupboard. She set the biscuits on two small plates and put everything on a large wooden tray.

Connor had said she could give him a blowjob tonight and she was pathetically hopeful that he still meant it. She wanted to taste him. She wanted to hear his harsh moans as she sucked on that surprisingly big dick. She wanted to have sex with him.

She stopped in the middle of lifting the tray, her biceps bulging, and set it back on the table.

“Crap,” she whispered. She wanted to have sex with Connor.

No, you don’t. You’re just on some weird sexual high. It’s a normal reaction, okay? Connor gave you the best orgasm of your life, it’s no surprise that you want to bang him. The feeling will pass. Don’t give up on something you’ve wanted since you were a teenager, just because Connor knows how to make you come.

She stared blankly out the kitchen window. Her head was saying all the things it was supposed to say, but she didn’t believe a word of it. She wanted to have sex with Connor.

“Hey, Kira?” Connor called from the living room.

“Yeah?”

“Can I trouble you for some water as well?”

“Already got it,” she said.

She picked up the tray and took a deep breath. Everything was fine. So, she wanted to give her virginity to Connor. No big deal, right? It was just a stupid piece of skin, nothing special about it, more of an embarrassment than anything. Being a virgin at twenty-five was stupid.

Why shouldn’t she sleep with him? He wanted her and she wanted him, and it was no big deal. In a few more days, after his knee had healed some more and they got the results back from the MRI, she would ask him to have sex with her. Easy as pie.

* * *

Kira was restless. She’d been shifting and squirming on the couch next to him for the last half hour. It was entirely his fault and he couldn’t deny there was a part of him that loved that he affected her this way.

He smoothed his fingers across her upper arm again, smiling blankly at the TV when she trembled against him. About an hour into watching TV, he’d casually put his arm around her. She hadn’t objected, in fact she’d snuggled in against him, tucking her legs up under her and resting the back of her skull on his shoulder.

He’d lost all interest in the TV show they were watching and had deliberately set out to seduce her. Any shame he might have felt about it was buried by thoughts of her mouth on his dick. Not that she’d brought up blowing him since last night, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t still interested, right?

God, he hoped she still wanted to blow him.

It was all he could think about today and he’d found himself staring intently at her mouth more than once. Thankfully, she hadn’t seemed to notice.

He traced small circles on her skin with the tips of his fingers before bending his head to the top of her skull and inhaling deeply. She always smelled so good.

“Did you just sniff me?” Kira looked up at him.

He grinned at her. “Maybe.”

“Thank God I showered today,” she said.

He laughed. “You always smell nice.”

“Thank you.” She shifted against him again before pausing the television.