Up in Smoke - Tessa Bailey Page 0,91
the marquee.
Connor stopped at the ticket counter and tossed a twenty through the slot. “Two for Death Warrant.”
As soon as the tickets passed under the glass partition, Connor snatched them up and led her into the theater lobby. Apart from one senior citizen leaning against the concessions counter reading a newspaper, they appeared to be the only people with a pulse in the entire building. Connor nodded at the man and led her down a dim hallway, entering the last theater on their right.
One man sat by himself in the front row of the theater, barely bothering to look up as Connor and Erin bypassed him on their way to the back row. The movie was already in full swing, loud grunts and punches connecting with flesh signaling the fact that they’d walked in on a fight scene. Connor sat down in a seat just off the aisle and pulled her down onto his lap. She tried to capture his mouth for a kiss, but he spun her around until she faced the screen. The movement was so quick, she had to grip the seat in front of her for balance. Big hands closed around the hem of her skirt and yanked it up, leaving it bunched at her hips, before he drew her back against him. With only a thong separating her from Connor’s jeans, she could feel his thickness, pressing up between the cheeks of her bottom.
“Goddammit, Erin. It’s never enough.” He trailed his fingers up the inside of her thigh, stopping just short of her panties. “You tell me you’re in love with me, then beg me to fuck you. Are you testing me to see how much I can take?” His hand finished its ascent, cupping her womanhood like a precious work of art, kneading the flesh gently. “All of it, Erin. All of it. But when you make me feel so damn much, I only know how to channel it one way. I don’t know how to make love. You deserve that, dammit.”
“I don’t know how, either.” She turned her head to meet his gaze. His serious expression tugged on the newly minted strings in her chest, but the gathering tension centered between her legs overrode everything. If he didn’t give her what she needed soon, she’d expire. Hoping to entice him, she took the hand that wasn’t occupied and slid it beneath her shirt, where it immediately clung to her breast. “Maybe fast and hard is just the way we make love, baby. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
His breathing grew shorter as she started to work her hips on his lap. “I need to give you what you deserve. You’re not everyone else. You’re mine.”
A thread of gravity in his tone told her to pay attention. He needed something here just as badly as she needed him. She had two people to think about now. Not just herself. “You want to try to go slow?”
The only answer he gave was to reach between them and undo his pants. He pushed them low on his hips and took out his erection with a gritted curse. Once again, he dragged her on top of his hardness and used a hand on her hip to circle her body. “Let me see how ready you are.” Rough fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her panties, two pushing inside her. Erin barely managed to hold back a sob as he held them deep. “Always wet, this delicious pussy. You were made to be filled up, weren’t you, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” she moaned softly. “By you.”
He bit down on her shoulder, just enough to make her whimper. “From now on, that’s a given. It will always be me, Erin. Every fucking time.”
She could only live in her anticipation as he hooked both arms beneath her knees and lifted her off his lap. His erection prodded the inside of her thigh, hot and insistent. So close. He was so close to being inside her. “Oh God, please.”
“Reach back and guide me in where I belong.”
Erin was all but frantic to obey his firm command, trailing her hand down his ripped stomach to seize his huge erection. Physically incapable of waiting another second, she took his plump head inside her and slid down, impaling herself. Completion. Finally. Even though her body throbbed for relief in a hundred different places, demanding she move, it felt like she’d been reunited with her other half.
Connor let loose a string of curses at the back of her neck