Up in Smoke - Tessa Bailey Page 0,60

“You’re still right beside the window, sweetheart. You just have to say the word.”

“Okay.” She released a shaky breath, shifted her hips. “M-move, Connor.”

He laid his palms flat on the wall so she could see them, let his mouth hover just above her ear. “You feel how hard you made my dick? It’s been craving this tight, wet heaven between your legs.” He pushed high and deep, bringing her up on her toes. “Tell me it’s mine. Tell me it’s. All. Mine.”

She clawed at the wall, thighs writhing against his. “Yours,” she grated. “Yours.”

“That’s it, sweetheart. Wiggle around and make it harder.” His palms slipped on the wall as they were starting to sweat. He couldn’t hold back anymore. A growl ripped from his throat as his hips started to piston of their own accord. Her feet came completely off the ground as he slammed into her, again and again, pushing her higher against the wall. “Listen to me, Erin. I’m about to drain myself into your hot little pussy. And I will still stop. Because I don’t want to fuck you like this once. I want to wreck you over and over again. I’ll do whatever it takes to achieve that.” He wedged her against the wall and dropped his hips to thrust at a different angle, memorizing the way she cried out in response. “Is it too much, Erin? If it is, you tell me. That’s a goddamn order.”

“If you stop I’ll die,” she breathed, seconds before her muscles tightened against him and she began shaking. “Holy shit, holy shit. Connor.”

Her hands flew backward to wrap around his neck, dragging his face down for a kiss. The way she stroked his tongue with her own, body still rocking on his cock as she orgasmed, sent him spinning into climax. He moaned loudly into her mouth as his own relief blasted through him. He pressed her to the wall one final time, pushing his draining erection as deep as it would go. Giving her everything.

Chapter Fifteen

Erin existed inside a kind of stunned void. Her breath sounded like wind funneling in her ears, her pulse pounding in so many parts of her body, she felt like she might break apart. But that would be impossible because she’d already done that. If she looked down, her body would be lying in a broken heap on the floor. Floor. The floor. She couldn’t feel it. Was she floating?

Can’t run. Wall in front of her…and behind her? Can’t move.

Wood rubbed with fresh pine invaded her consciousness. A sweaty mass of muscle pressing against her back. It wasn’t a wall behind her. Connor. Just her Connor.

What he’d done to her body…she could hardly comprehend it. Her entire life she’d gone without receiving actual satisfaction from another person’s body. God, “satisfaction” was such a weak word for what had just happened. He’d changed her. Introduced the two sides of herself to each other, like one might do with two strangers. There had been anxiety in the beginning, but he’d obliterated it with lust. Heat. Understanding. It was so much to comprehend when her body felt drained and exultant at the same time.

She still sucked in oxygen so quickly that her throat burned. Relief had begun to filter in, but not enough. She needed to touch down. Stand on her own feet. Without the thrill of pleasure to distract her, the feel of Connor moving inside her, awareness started to take root. “L-let me down. Just…”

Immediately, the warm strength of Connor went missing. It left her so cold, she had to fight the urge to order him back. Her body slid down the wall, allowing her to stumble toward the window. She pressed her cheek against it and continued trying to catch her breath. Heat at her elbow told her Connor was standing there.

His concern was so palpable, she could feel it without looking at him. “Talk to me, Erin.”

“I’m fine.”

She took stock of her surroundings, waited for the impulse to flee, but it didn’t come. It didn’t come. This was exactly where she wanted to be. Her gaze flew to Connor’s. Such intensity poured from him, she didn’t know whether to soar or collapse under the heaviness of it. Soar. She wanted to soar. He’d made her soar. Without another thought, she launched herself at him. His arms stayed at his sides even though she could sense it took a shit-ton of restraint. She couldn’t get close enough to him. Her body climbed his, reveling