Up in Smoke - Tessa Bailey Page 0,13

other one running with its simplicity. I need him and he’s giving me what I need and I need him and he’s giving…

A sob burst past her lips as her orgasm loomed closer. “Please, Connor. Connor, please.”

“What are you begging for?” The question cracked like a whip. “You’re the hottest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen, thighs spread wide open as you dry-fuck me to insanity…and I can’t even touch you. I should be the one begging.” He groaned as she picked up speed, angling his hips more, giving her everything. “I’ve never begged a fucking day in my life, but you’re going to make me, aren’t you?”

Her muscles clenched. The flesh between her legs seized. Yes. Yes. “I can’t. I don’t…”

“You will,” he gritted out. “Jesus Christ, look at you. You’ll be worth my pride.”

Erin got lost in a flash of blinding light. The climax sped through her with a force that her body almost couldn’t withstand. A scream launched from somewhere deep inside her chest, but ended in a violent shake. She couldn’t plant her feet because they were dangling off the ground, couldn’t run from the intensity. It was ceaseless; the tightening at her core wouldn’t stop. Before she registered her own actions, she’d fastened her mouth to Connor’s and just as quickly, she found her way out of the blinding light into a soft, gentle glow. There were jagged edges here, but she knew how to navigate them. She heard his fists connecting with the wall as she pushed her tongue deep and tempted his to meet hers. To bring her down from the heights to which he’d sent her. The second his mouth opened to hers with a deep growl, her body went boneless, sliding down his rock-hard frame.

Connor’s rigid length dug into her belly and she could feel the pain coming off him in waves. She lifted the hem of her shirt so she could feel it against her stomach, and smooth flesh greeted her. The head of his erection was visible over the top of his sweat pants, round and damp. Her hands itched with the need to touch him there, but she hesitated. Could she please a man like him? She’d learned how to intimidate men by being overtly sexual, but she hadn’t called her own bluff in so long. No, she would try for him. After what he’d done…

Above her, his breathing grew stunted and shallow, as if it were being ripped over razor blades. “I can only take so much, Erin.” He skirted past her and strode away, toward the bathroom. The door shut behind him and silence fell in the apartment. Not complete silence. Her pulse still pounded loud enough to echo in her ears. But his presence leaving the room had the effect of a mute button being hit. She closed her eyes and listened, finally hearing Connor in the bathroom. Heavy breathing, the occasional groan. Something anxious twisted inside her at the realization that he was touching himself. A multitude of emotions had her drifting toward the bathroom. Curiosity, lust…affront that he’d taken the privilege away from her.

She opened the door and stopped in her tracks.

Chapter Four

Connor felt Erin behind him in the bathroom. He’d left the door unlocked for a reason, but when he made eye contact with her in the mirror, that reason seemed unworthy of the moment. Out in the living room, she’d made him feel useless and exultant at the same time. The latter made no sense, so he’d focused on what she hadn’t let him do. She hadn’t let him touch her, taste her. He’d stood there like a rodeo bull and let her use his body to get off. So yeah, when he’d walked into the bathroom, raging with lust so thick he couldn’t breathe, he’d thought, fuck it, let her see. I’m not ashamed of a damn thing.

He’d mistaken the fact that she’d humbled him for taking away his pride.

She stood behind him now with her lips parted and cheeks flushed, watching him stroke himself off like a hormonal teenager. It shouldn’t have made him hotter, not when he didn’t fully understand the problems she obviously had knocking around inside her beautiful head. He should stop now and make her explain, tell her she couldn’t touch him anymore until he knew what she was going through. But there wasn’t any turning back. Not right now, not with his cock heavy in his hand, ready to erupt.

In the mirror, he could see