stuck the shovel in the front yard, the topic of him was little. Maybe I was paranoid, but now that Locke was mentioned, I had the feeling Conor wanted to address what he overheard Megan say to me that first morning he was here. I wasn’t feeling all that prepared to answer. I turned away from him and wandered to the bookshelf, keeping my back to him. I felt his heavy stare on me, and I swallowed my nerves away.
If he asked, I’d answer. Simple as that.
But he remained mute, watching me, probably internally questioning what I wasn’t saying.
I idly stared at the books on my shelves, pretending to be occupied, though I was scrambling to form words. Without Penny or Megan around to fill the silence, without recent intimacy to chase away my insecurities, I felt strange around him. There was a deep heaviness in the air, and I didn’t know how to alleviate it.
See, whiplash.
I heard him leave the chair, though I kept myself from looking. He came up to me, his movements quiet. I shut my eyes when I felt his front press against my back. His head dipped to my shoulder, and he ran his nose along the curve of my neck and up to the back of my ear. He smelled of shampoo and body wash and…him. He had his own raw scent, the one he left behind in his clothes and our sheets. I wondered if I would ever tell him how many nights I’d spent hugging his scent to my chest, crying into them, begging for him to be there with me. I could track that scent like a greyhound, it was catalogued into my brain, never to be forgotten.
His large hands ran down my sides, exploring my body. Oh, yes, thank God. I stood still, letting him roam free. I needed his touch more than I needed air. I wanted him in me, all over me, breathing me in. I needed to feel wanted and desired after so many years of feeling neither things.
Human me was weak.
“You look beautiful today, Charlotte,” he whispered, his hot breaths warming my skin.
I lapped up his compliment greedily, unable to resist pressing my ass into him. He made a groaning sound deep in his chest.
“And still wearing skirts,” he added, trailing his fingers beneath the hem of my leather black skirt. It felt good to finally get back into the swing of my routine and show off my wardrobe. I looked like a bum all week. “Your legs drive me crazy.”
I dressed in office clothes, even when I was a no show at Locke’s firm. I loved pencil skirts and silky, button up blouses. I loved dangling bracelets, high heels and red lipstick. I’d never cared when eyes lingered on me longer. But I cared more than anything what Conor thought of me.
He hiked my skirt up and slowly roamed his hands between my legs. His thumbs traced the fabric of my panties, lightly brushing over my slit. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as sparks shot up my body. He was driving me crazy, trekking slowly, taking his time before finally running a hand down the front of my thong. He cupped my sex whole, making me gasp at the sudden move, and then he didn’t move. He went still for so long, his warm hand adding the perfect amount of pressure against me.
“Is this mine, dove?” His voice was low, demanding, almost harsh in its tone.
I could hardly stand. My legs felt wobbly. I forced myself to nod, knowing he could feel it.
“Say it,” he demanded, gruffly.
“It’s yours,” I whispered, blinking rapidly as I tried to understand where this was coming from.
That placated him for a little while. He finally slid his hand up and then down, stroking my pussy in that masterful way he knew. He found my clit and added the perfect pressure to it, rubbing circles around it. His other arm came up around my waist, holding me against him now, keeping me supported. My breaths were wild as he continued, running his fingers down my folds and teasing my entrance before going back up again.
“Has anyone touched my pussy while I was away?” he asked, tightly.
I pressed my ass further into him, feeling the hard ridge of his cock against me. I was lost to the sensations, unable to answer him.
“Charlotte,” he hissed in my ear.
I shook my head, feeling the crest of pleasure approaching. “No.”
He ran