Sweet Harmony (Harmony Falls #1) - Elizabeth Kelly Page 0,92

as he fucked her with slow strokes.

“Knee okay?” she panted.

“Yeah, it’s fine, honey.” He cupped her ass, holding her tight as he thrust in and out. She ground her pussy against him, her hands digging into his back as he kissed her throat and upper chest. Her nipples brushed against him with every thrust and she reached down and rubbed at her clit.

“Good,” he breathed. “Touch your clit and show me how pretty you look when you come.”

She moaned his name, her fingers rubbing at her swollen pink nub as he worked his cock in and out of her in a steady rhythm. He moved harder and faster, rocking their bodies together as he watched her caress and rub her clit.

Her soft cries grew steadily louder, drowning out his low groans of need, and she cried his name when she came, wetness flooding over her fingers. He gripped her ass harder, his cock impossibly thick and hard inside of her. She cupped his face, kissing him on the mouth and swallowing his own cry of pleasure when he climaxed. They continued to rock against one another as they came down from their high. Connor peppered kisses across her face and she smiled and stroked his back with long and lazy swipes of her palm.

He nuzzled her neck affectionately and she tangled her fingers in his short hair. Her stomach growled and Connor lifted his head. “Was that your stomach?”

She nodded and he kissed her collarbone. “Come on, let’s make something to eat.”

“I’ve got some popcorn in the cupboard,” she said.

He laughed and gave her butt a light slap. “Tempting, but if you’re going to ride me again tonight, you’ll need something a little more substantial.”

She grinned at him. “In that case, get your butt to the kitchen and make me a sandwich.”

Chapter Twenty

“Don’t be nervous.”

Kira took Connor’s hand when he offered it to her. After spending practically all of their time together in the last few weeks, she was starting to be able to read his moods pretty well. The stiffness in his body, the tense line of his jaw and the sweatiness of his palm indicated he was more nervous than her.

“Don’t be nervous,” he repeated as he locked the car.

She squeezed his hand. “Why are you so nervous?”

He glanced at the church. “I want you to like my family.”

“I’m sure I will,” she said. “It’s going to be great.”

He looked her up and down. “Have I told you how pretty you look?”

She smiled and smoothed her hand over her skirt. “Three times now but thank you. You look very handsome.”

He touched the tie around his neck before taking a deep breath. “Okay, let’s do this.”

They walked hand-in-hand to the church. Connor only had a slight limp and although he was still wearing the knee brace, he hadn’t used the cane at all in the last four days.

He opened the door to the church and pressed his hand in the small of her back, ushering her inside. People were milling around the foyer and she felt the first tingle of nerves in her stomach when a few of them turned to look at them.

This is fine. Everything is fine.

Connor slipped his hand into hers as a tall man, his salt and pepper hair cut short, and his eyes the same shade as Connor’s, approached them. “Hey, son.”

He and Connor hugged briefly before Connor said, “Dad, this is my girlfriend Kira. Kira, this is my dad Rob.”

“Hello, Mr. MacMillan, it’s very nice to meet you.” Kira held her hand out and Connor’s father swallowed it up in his large grip.

“Nice to meet you as well. Please, call me Rob.”

“Where’s Mom?” Connor asked.

Rob studied the people in the foyer. “She’s here somewhere. The last I saw her she was talking to… oh, there she is. Gina! Gina, over here!”

Kira followed his gaze to a short older woman, her dark hair swept into a bun high on her head. She was talking to a tall, blonde supermodel wearing a dark purple dress that hugged her perfect body.

Connor’s mother glanced over and when she started toward them, taking the hand of the supermodel and tugging her along with her, Connor’s hand tightened so hard around hers that Kira winced.

“Honey, too tight,” she murmured.

“Sorry.” Sweat was beading along his hairline and she gave his hand a quick squeeze.

“Okay?”

Before he could reply, his mother and the model were standing in front of them. Connor let go of her hand and gave his mom a hug