Caught Up In You (Edgeplay Part 2) (8 page)

Connor jolts as though I’ve zapped him full of electric current and then a harsh groan tears from deep in his chest, perhaps from his very soul. Then his hands are on my ass and he’s lifting me, pressing my body against his erection, grinding me against him.

Through his shorts and my bathing suit, I feel his heat, his hardness, and I crave the sensation of him inside me, fucking me, mimicking the rough thrusts of his tongue.

With one last swipe through my mouth he pulls back, rests his forehead on mine. “I want you. Want to remember touching you, being inside of you. Let me make love to you, Baily.”

“Yes,” I whisper.

Connor sets me down and, ignoring the breakfast dishes, he grips the files and then leads me to the bedroom. I frown until I see him stuff the folders into the living room fireplace and strike a match.

Hand in hand, we watch the papers ignite. It’s a small gesture, considering with one phone call he could have the same information and more. But the gesture touches me deeply, makes me want to trust him. Not just with my body, but with all my secrets.

Cupping my face in his hands he murmurs, “You’re all the temptation I’ll ever need.”

Chapter Six

C
onnor studies me and I see it, the look of hunger in his eyes. I’m sure I have a similar expression in mine. So much is still unsettled between us, but he is with me and in this moment, we belong to each other.

He tumbles me onto the couch, his hand sliding up my inner thigh while his lips seek out the pulse point in my neck. He’s careful not to press all his weight into me, treating me almost as though I’m fragile. Precious and irreplaceable.

Wrapping my hands around his back, I pull him closer, needing his weight pinning me. He resists at first until I whisper, “I need to feel you.” Then he’s grinding that thick shaft into the notch between my legs, devouring my mouth, his hands hot against my skin.

He retreats and grips my hair with one hand, tipping my head back so our eyes lock. “Have I come inside you yet?” His fingers cover my mound, massaging my swollen sex through the fabric of my bathing suit.

“No,” I tilt my pelvis, needing his touch to delve deeper. “I’m not on birth control.”

Satisfaction glints in his eyes. “Good. When you are, I want you to wait for me.”

“Wait for you?” Lust fogs my brain so I’m not entirely sure what he means.

He nods, and a hank of dark hair falls down, giving him a roguish air. “Yes. I want to remember what it feels like when I come inside you for the first time. The look on your face as I take you. The way your pussy milks my cock until I spend. The sounds you make when you feel the hot gush of my seed against your womb. I want those memories, complete with the knowledge that it’s the first time. Save it for me.”

“Oh, Connor,” I push the stray lock of hair out of his eyes, my heart breaking for him, for the fact he has to ask this of me. “What made you this way?”

A shadow falls across his face. “We aren’t going to discuss it now.” His tone leaves no room for argument.

I nod once, accepting his words. Whatever darkness holds part of him in thrall, he doesn’t want to talk about it. After the way he responded to my need for privacy, it doesn’t feel right to push him. Instead, I brush my lips over his in a sweet caress, trying to convey the nonverbal message;
I’ll take whatever you want to give me.

The stiffness leeches out of his shoulders and he tears his lips from mine and groans when I grip his cock, working the rigid flesh through the fabric of his shorts. A smile steals over my face when I feel how hard he is already. “And here I thought you might not want me.”

His fingers clamps down on my wrist, holds my hand still. “Why would you think that?”

Why can’t I keep my mouth shut?

Because you’re a dumbass who doesn’t know when to leave well enough alone?
Snarkarella offers.

“It’s not important.” I try to wrestle my hand free and draw him into another of those soul shattering kisses, but he’s having none of it.

Pinning both my wrists over my head, he shifts his weight so he’s lying alongside of me on the massive couch. “No, I want to know what you mean by that. Have I ever given you a reason to think that I don’t desire you?”

“Not the other you,” I hastily assure him.

His eyes narrow. “But me, the way I am now?”

I bite my lower lip and he sucks in a sharp breath. My sex twinges as I remember the night before. “You’re a little…inconsistent. Like right now.”

He is genuinely baffled. “I don’t understand.”

I gesture down our bodies. “Well, we’re
talking
.” I stress the word, hoping he’ll intuit why I find that so unsettling.

Connor blinks and strong emotion flickers across his features, something almost akin to pain. “You prefer him.”

“No,” I hastily say, but guilt gnaws at me. Hadn’t I been thinking exactly that a few hours ago?

He retreats to the other side of the couch, running his fingers through his hair. “I’m sorry to disappoint you.” There’s a layer of frost coating his words. My lover is gone and Mr. Edge sits in his place.

Struggling to right my clothing, I reach for him. “Connor—”

“And here I was worried about him hurting you, when all the while you’d rather be with him. Perhaps if I concentrate I can resurrect him for you? I’ve never been able to before, but if he knows you’re primed and ready, he might stage a coup.”

“Stop it!” I yell, smacking the couch cushion in frustration. I’m a heartbeat away from hitting him. “Do you realize how crazy this sounds, that you’re jealous of
yourself
?”

His eyes close and he leans back, rubs his forehead like he has a headache. “We should be going soon.”

“No.” I surprise us both with the word. So far in our relationship I’ve been tagging along for the ride, content to sit back and let Connor steer the ship. But it’s time for me to take a stand.

He scowls at me. “No?” One would think no one ever contradicted his edicts before. If I wasn’t so sexually frustrated, it might have been funny.

Standing, I reach for the hemline of my sundress. Before I can overthink my actions, I pull the fabric up over my head and toss it on the couch. My hands are shaking as I reach for the tie to my bathing suit top, but I don’t give myself time to back out as I bare my breasts to him for what is essentially the first time.

His pupils dilate and I give him credit for tearing his gaze away from my chest long enough to look at my face. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

“I want you, Connor.” It’s the absolute truth. I do want him, more than I ever imagined I could. “You didn’t make love to me last night and I let that one slide, but we’re not leaving here until I’ve been thoroughly satisfied.”

Those beautiful, masculine lips curve up as I push the bottom half of my bathing suit down past my knees, letting gravity take it from there. Stepping out of the garment I ask, “Do you have a condom handy?”

He doesn’t answer me, his eyes are too busy exploring every inch of my body. He’s so different this way, so much more reserved and his scrutiny makes me nervous. Connor the dominant likes my body, but will his reserved personality feel the same?

“You make me unsure of myself.” Again with the blurting random thoughts out loud. Maybe I have Tourette’s Syndrome.

His head snaps up and he reaches for my hand, tugging me closer, until I’m straddling him. “How so?”

I lick my lips, mulling over exactly what I need to say. The last thing I want to do is offend him again. “You’re so…passive when you are like this. As though you don’t care one way or the other if we have sex.”

“Oh, I care. Believe me, Baily. I care very much.” His hand skims the length of my body, from hip to shoulder and back. “I’m just not used to being aggressive with women. I’ve never bothered to actually pursue one.”

That sounds so strange to me, until I remember I’m dealing with Connor Edge, the renowned playboy. “Women usually seduce you?”

“Of course.” His arrogance is justly deserved. He’s handsome, sexy and filthy rich. He probably has to beat women back with a stick every time he walks down the street. He is like a pasha, having his pick from a modern day harem of beauties.

The thought makes me scowl and his thumb follows the downturn of my mouth. “None of that now. You break the mold in so many ways, Baily. You are worth pursuit. The flaw is mine in not knowing how.”

His hands curve around my backside where he squeezes my ass. “You’ve been doing just fine.” I mumble as his lips follow the ridge of my collarbone. There’s something so decadent about being naked in his lap when he’s fully dressed. “No more talking now, we just ruin things when we talk.”

His grin is a shade wicked. “Then I better put my mouth to better use.”

Tipping me back, he latches on to one pebbled nipple, scraping his teeth lightly over the throbbing peak.

“Yes,” I gasp when one hand slides over my ass in a sinful caress, before delving two fingers into my saturated pussy from behind. Lifting my hips, I ride the digits, shoving them deeper inside my greedy channel, chasing release.

With one final lick, he lets go of the tormented nipple. I shiver as cool air surrounds the wet flesh. “So hot and tight,” he murmurs a second before his hot mouth engulfs the other peak. Each tug he makes on my breasts goes straight to my sex, my body connected and overly sensitive. He withdraws his fingers and I groan, as the building orgasm slips away. I’m putty in his hands, and he knows it.

I gasp as Connor lifts my higher at the same time he slides down in his seat, until his mouth is aligned with my sex. Bracing my hands on the back of the couch, I shiver when he blows against my wet female flesh.

“So delicate,” Connor nuzzles my mound. His hands are full of my backside so I can’t squirm away. As if I would.

I’m panting by the time his tongue traces the seam of my labia, shaking with need. The light touch makes me melt, it’s so different then the ravenous way he’s pleasured me before, as though I were the last meal. This touch is more reverent, almost as though he’s in awe of my body and the raw emotion is just as heady.

Which is better, to be craved or cherished? With Connor Edge, I am both.

“More,” I beg as he dabbles lightly over my clit. The sweet teasing torment shoves me higher, so damn close yet way too far. His hands hold me still so I can’t buck or writhe against him the way I want to and if I let go of the couch, I’ll lose my balance. Although from the way Connor is exploring my folds, I have no doubt he’d follow me to the floor. Perhaps even through the floor.

He used more than just his lips and tongue. His jaw rubbed against my opening as he teased my clit. His cheek periodically brushed against the inside of my thigh as he kissed and touched every part of me.

My eyes teared up, from emotional overload or unspent lust, I’m not sure. Connor rips away the illusion that I have any control of my body, leaving me a quivering mess of shameless need. One finger, still slick from time in my sex presses against my back passage. When he seals his mouth over my clit, I’m done for. Crying his name, I fall apart, my body yielding to his completely. That finger slides past the outer ring of muscle easily, exploring virgin depths and sending me even higher, pushing past limits I didn’t even realize were there.

“Good girl,” He praises me, fingering my ass gently while nuzzling my thigh. “Give yourself to me.”