my eyes. Opening the drawer, I found my back-up make-up and quickly reapplied concealer under my eyes. When I looked semi-normal again, I opened the door and went still.
Conor was standing in front of me, looking concerned.
When he saw me, his face pulled into a frown.
He knew something was wrong.
He grabbed me by the arm and tugged me back into the bathroom.
“Dove?” he questioned, looking down at me as he shut the door behind him. “What’s wrong?”
My smile was wobbly. “Nothing, Conor.”
“Charlotte –”
“Just hormones. I’m fine.”
His eyes narrowed. “You’re a terrible liar. We don’t need to go out.”
I gave him a quick kiss. “No, I want to. This will be good for you. Don’t worry about me.”
His jaw tensed. “Don’t bullshit me.”
My shoulders slumped. I looked down at the floor, avoiding his piercing stare. His hand came under my chin and he forced my face back up to him. “Char, you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
I blinked back tears. “Just emotional, Conor. Can you just hold me for a minute?”
Without waiting, he picked me up and set me down on the counter. His arms went around me, and I buried my face into his chest, breathing him in. His warmth went all around me, calming me.
“I hate seeing you like this,” he murmured.
“I’m okay,” I assured him, nuzzling into his chest some more.
This, this felt better. I felt instantly drawn into him, distracted from the destructive thoughts.
I heard his strong heartbeat, breathed his intoxicating scent and tried to bring him even closer. He spread my legs wider and pulled me closer to the edge so he could step closer to me. I wrapped my legs around his hips, feeling the front of his jeans against my centre. I felt my sex pulse suddenly, the pressure triggering me.
My head shot up and my lips skimmed his throat. My heart started to beat faster as warmth spread through me. I felt him go still, felt his hands on my back stiffen as I rained wet kisses up his throat.
“Char,” he growled, deep in his throat. “Dove, don’t tease.”
But I wasn’t teasing.
I needed a distraction.
I needed to feel him.
My kisses turned to frantic licks. I tasted his skin, my lips curving over his adam’s apple. My hands descended his back and grabbed at his ass. I tried to pull him closer, anything to have him rubbing against my centre.
This wasn’t a good time. I knew that. Jem and Ember were waiting at the front door, but goddamn, we didn’t have to take long.
I just wanted to feel his cock. He didn’t have to stick it in me, goddammit. He could just pull it out and rub against me.
I was panting, unaware of the words I was whispering. “Please, Conor, just a taste. I need you.”
He dropped his head down, swiftly taking my mouth into his, silencing me. He kissed me hard, clashing his tongue against mine. I felt him harden against me, and my breaths came out harsher. My fingers dug into his ass, but these jeans were such an annoying barrier.
“Can you take me?” I asked, pleading. “Real quick, Conor? Real hard and fast?”
He pulled back to look at me. His face was flushed. He was breathing hard, like he was on the verge of losing control. I liked it so much. His eyes flashed to the door, no doubt realizing we were time sensitive.
Who cares about making them wait? I thought. Ember was an asshole. She deserved to learn the art of patience the hard way.
Even lust ridden, I knew not to grab at the front of his jeans. God, I would have loved to, I knew I was allowed to, but I still liked him to lead the way. My fingers trembled. I wanted to pull his zipper down and release his cock and make him fill me whole.
I hiked my dress up until my panties showed. I looked up at him as I spread my legs wider. Eight years abstinent and I was now raving mad with lust, but only for Conor.
Only Conor could have me.
As if entertaining the thought, he settled his hand on my centre. He could feel how wet I was through my panties, and his eyelids lowered. I watched his face as his fingers pushed aside my underwear and rubbed at my flesh. His lips parted, his tongue ran along his bottom lip as he pushed his finger into me slowly. He rubbed my slickness around my pussy, watching himself as he did so.