Cup of Sugar (5 page)

Only Conn didn’t know about the rule. Clearly, though, he
did
know about body language. And hers was screaming and begging for his attention, whether she verbally answered his question or not.

He held the back of her neck, tilting her head as he guided her down. Their lips touched, but he didn’t kiss her. Not fully. Just a teasing pass that included his tongue, trailing along the seam. “You’ve got the sweetest lips.”

“They probably taste like Combos.”

“I only taste you.”

Her heart did a dangerous little flippy thing. “Taste me again.”

“With pleasure.” This time, he didn’t hesitate. Just sealed his mouth against hers and took control.

She opened for him. Welcomed his tongue inside, greeting it with hers. A New Year’s Eve kiss, that’s as far as she’d let this go. Her brain failed to get that message to her hands, though, because they were in the process of pulling off Conn’s t-shirt.

“You’re so hard,” she said, running her palms over his chest.

“Sweetheart, you have no idea.”

“I think I do.” She rocked her hips, sliding along the
hard
evidence of that claim.

He pulled her tighter, growling into her mouth as he seared her with a hungry kiss. His hands were everywhere—in her hair, on her hips, yanking the tank top over her head.

Oh god, she was half naked in front of Conn. Half naked and grinding on his lap.

Correction—half naked and
on her back
, with Conn above her, kissing his way down her neck to her—

“Oh god…” Breasts. Nipples, to be specific. One, then the other. Repeat, repeat, repeat.

“Jesus, Nia.” The simply entreaty tickled the skin above the waistband of her pajama pants. He curled his fingers over the edge and looked up her body, into her eyes, and basically, into her soul. “Say it again. Tell me to taste you and I’ll make you come until you beg me to stop.”

“And then what?”

“Anything you want.”

“Even if I told you to stop after that?” A ridiculous question, since she’d lost that ability about a dozen delicious kisses ago.

“Absolutely.”

“You’ll do—or not do—whatever I say?”

“I promise.”

So it was all on her. She needed to use that hunk of gray matter between her ears, even though certain other body parts had much better plans. “We shouldn’t do this.”

“Because…?”

“What happened to stopping if I told you to stop?”

His grin sent a ripple of desire zipping through her body. “You didn’t tell me to stop.”

No, she hadn’t.

“You want me to stop?” He punctuated the question by circling her belly button with the tip of his tongue.

She shook her head, prompting Conn to slide her pants lower. Not all the way down. The silky bottoms still covered the most important part, though the fabric did nothing to mask the heat from his mouth when he pressed it against her core.

“Conn, we shouldn’t.”

But he didn’t stop—because she hadn’t told him to stop. And when his tongue wiggled against her pajama-covered clit, she almost forgot about the rule.

“It’ll be awkward seeing each other every day if the sex sucks.”

His chuckle vibrated between her legs. His eyes twinkled up at her, and when he lifted his head, his smile was down-and-dirty hot. “It won’t suck, Nia.”

Oh god. “Maybe that’ll make it more awkward.” It certainly would for her.

“Because we’ll want to rip each other’s clothes off every time we see each other? I’m good with that.”

So was she. Only she’d never be able to keep it to a neighbors-that-fuck scenario. She’d want more. A relationship. And it wouldn’t work—it never had. “I have a rule.”

“What’s the rule?”

“No getting personal with neighbors.”

Silent and unmoving, he held her gaze. Calculating her level of flip-floppity crazy, no doubt.

“Got it.” He nodded, started to rise from his place between her thighs. Respecting her wishes, as he’d promised.

A super-hot guy who was also funny, nice, respectful and kissed like nobody’s business… Why was she saying no to him? She was a grown woman, completely capable of enjoying one night with Conn without blowing things out of proportion. She’d go back to hiding from him when she got home on Sunday. It’d be fine, somehow.

“Wait.” She stopped him with a hand on his warm, solid shoulder. “Good thing we’re not neighbors tonight.”

He held himself taut above her, searching her face with those incredible blue-gray eyes. He lowered his body when she wrapped her arms around his neck and tugged. “I’d never pressure you to have sex, Nia. Not the kind of guy I am.”

She didn’t know him all that well, but she believed him. “You’re not pressuring me. I want this. You. Tonight.”

“You sure?”

No. Yes. Oh god. She nodded and locked her ankles behind his butt, pulling him closer, tighter.

He groaned and rolled his hips. “Nia…say it.”

“Yes,” she whispered the word against his lips. “Taste me again.”

He did. Starting with her lips. Then her breasts. Her belly button. His mouth moved over her skin as if he had all the time in the world and planned to sample every inch. God, he had her shaking with need and he hadn’t
really
tasted her. Not the way she desperately wanted.

He caught the edge of her pajama pants. She lifted her hips, but did he use the opportunity—or take the hint—and yank the pants down? No. Conn was in no hurry, despite his obvious desire to have sex.

Or maybe he needed one last spoken reassurance. “You can take my pants off.”

“Relax, sweetheart, I’ll get there.” He smiled and eased the silky bottoms lower, his mouth blazing a heated trail over the newly exposed skin. The area below her navel, her semi-ticklish spot by her hip bone, then across her lower abdomen to the opposite hip.

Finally, he pulled the pants down and off, exposing her completely. He knelt between her legs, his erection jutting inside his sweatpants, his gaze moving over her like a caress. “So beautiful. I could look at you all night.”

Any urge to cover up disappeared under Conn’s appraisal. “You
could
do that.” Her cheeks exploded with heat. “Or you could taste me and make me come.”

“Oh, I will do that.” He put his hands on her knees, the simple touch sending sparks racing straight to her core. He slid his palms up her bare legs. All the way up. Eyes locked with hers, he stroked her—lightly, firmly, circling, rubbing. Dipping inside, one finger, then two, then none as he focused his ministrations on her clit again. Making her crazy.

“Stop teasing,” she whispered.

“Not teasing.” A naughty smile curled his lips. “Learning. Then I’ll have you at my mercy.”

She moaned and arched toward his touch. “Already there.”

“Perfect.” He stretched out between her legs. His tongue moved against her clit, mimicking the motion of his fingers. Only better. Because it wasn’t just the pressure. It was his hungry eyes, watching her writhe while he suckled her. His hands, one teasing her nipple, the other sliding inside her body. It was his turned-on groan vibrating against her flesh.

“God, there…” She clutched his head as his fingers hit the magic spot inside that only her vibrator had ever found. “More, yes, that…” Sensation crashed over her. Under his tongue, around his fingers, from low in her belly all the way to her nipples. Oh god, oh god, oh god…

“Wow,” she whispered, trying to catch her breath. “That was—”

“So fucking hot.” He crawled up over her, caging her with his strong arms, kissing her neck while he rocked against her clit. “I have to see that again.”

“No more foreplay.” She tugged at the top edge of his pants. “Get these damn things off and get inside me.”

“Jesus, woman. Are you always in a hurry?” he asked, even as he shoved them down in compliance.

“Are you complaining that I’m in a hurry for you to fuck me?”

“When you put it that way…” He was off the bed and back again before she finished giggling. He knelt before her once again, this time gloriously naked.

She’d seen his body—all of it—from a distance. Up close was an infinitely better view.

He rolled the condom into place. The head of his cock nudged her entrance as he settled on top of her. But he didn’t push inside. He just kissed her. Softly. Lazily. “You taste so sweet. Here, on your lips.” He sealed his mouth over hers, firmer this time, more demanding. “And between your legs. You tasted so good, I wanted a lot more than I got. You came too fast, baby. I’m going to need to do it again.” He rocked against her, filling her, inch by slow inch.

This was really happening. Sex. With Conn. Right now.

“You okay, sweetheart?” He’d felt her tense up. Of course he had, he was only halfway inside her and she’d gone vise on him.

“I—” The tenderness in his eyes and soft sweep of his thumbs over her temples melted the tension away. Conn might not be relationship material, but he gave a shit what was going on in her head, not just between her legs. That was enough for tonight. “It’s just been a while and you, um…”

“Yeah?”

Personally, I predict seven to eight solid inches tonight.

Heat rushed to her cheeks. To other parts too, as she whispered, “You certainly live up to your earlier prediction.”

God, that smile. Sweet and cocky and mischievous all at once.

She squealed as he rolled them, putting her on top.

He slid his hands up, groaning as he cupped her breasts. “These are beautiful.” He leaned forward and caught one nipple between his lips. He laved and suckled, moving from one breast to the other. “And sweet. Like the rest of you.”

“Conn…” She braced herself on his chest and sunk onto his cock, breathless from his mouth on her breasts, from him stretching her, filling her. “Oh god, Conn…”

He groaned. “Don’t move.” His fingertips curled into her hips, holding her in place astride his body. “Just give me a sec.”

“Really?”

His laugh rumbled against her flesh. “Hey, it’s been a while.” He winked. “And you’re fucking sexy as hell.”

Well, when he put it that way…

He groaned again as she rolled her hips. “Nia…you’re moving.”

“Mmm-hmm.”

“Always in a hurry.”

“Just for the good stuff.”

He cupped the back of her head and pulled her on top of him. His lips crushed against hers. His tongue took control of her mouth. His hands were in her hair, then on her back, her hips. On her ass, guiding her body to meet his strokes. He was everywhere at once. Inside, outside, invading her senses, pushing her higher. Closer to release.

“More,” she murmured between the smacking of lips and bodies.

He held her tight. Palmed her ass, pinned her to his body as he thrust upward to meet her circular grinding motion.

Exactly what she needed. “Conn…”

“Jesus, Nia.” He opened her wider, pressed her down harder. Groaned against her neck at her whimpered moan. “Fuck me, baby. Fucking come all over me.”

She bucked and writhed on his body, jerky and desperate and oh god, yes…that, that right there, there, there…

Conn’s heavy breathing and muttered curses filled her ear. So did her name, over and over.

“Wow.” She mumbled the word against his chest because she didn’t have the strength to lift her head. “Wait, I think I said that already.”

His chuckle rocked her limp, satisfied body. “Guess you lied earlier when you said you didn’t need to ride me.” He tightened his hold when she tried to wiggle free. “No way, sweetheart. Not letting you get away from me anymore.”

She liked the sound of that. Way too much for her own good. The rule and the consequences could wait until morning. Tonight she was Conn’s sweetheart. His lover. Somebody he refused to let get away.

She smiled and snuggled into his embrace. Yup, this was the best New Year’s Eve ever.

Chapter Four

Conn could have stayed in bed all morning. Warm bed, a beautiful, naked woman curled against him. Hell, he could have stayed here all day.

Zeus had other plans for him.

“
Shh
, hang on.”

Zeus grumbled at Conn’s whispered command, but he obeyed, lowering his big form to the floor with a
thud
.

Conn knew how Zeus felt—the body needs what it needs. Right now, Zeus needed to go out for a morning leak. Conn’s body had needs too, and the object of those needs currently had her ass pressed against his morning wood.

Beneath the crisp motel sheets, Conn ran his hand over Nia’s soft skin. Along the dip of her waist and curve of her hip, then around front to cup one perfect breast and toy with her nipple. He stifled a hungry growl that had nothing to do with food. Awake five minutes and he was starving for her.

A soft moan rose from his sleeping beauty.
His.
One night together and that’s where he stood. He buried his nose in the golden silk tickling his face. She smelled so good. Always did, any time she’d let him get close enough to have a few minutes of conversation. When he’d gotten into her car last night, her scent had been all around him. The fact that he hadn’t leaned over and kissed her right then was a credit to his willpower.

To hell with willpower now. He inhaled until his lungs couldn’t hold any more. Let her scent fill his head, engage his brain—and his cock. Yeah, he needed a lot more time with Nia.

She made a contented
mmm
noise and snuggled backward. An invitation he’d take, thanks very much. Their position only allowed him use of one hand. He gave up her breast—grudgingly—and skated his palm over the smooth skin of her stomach. Then lower, between her legs.

Sweet Jesus, so warm and soft. He slid two fingers along her clit, changing to the firm, circular motion he’d learned worked for her—multiple times—last night. Her body responded instantly by arching toward his touch. Yeah, she was his all right. And he intended to keep it that way.

“Conn…” Her sexy morning voice sent another liter of blood racing to his cock. “We can’t.”

“We’re still not neighbors.”

She rolled toward him and gifted him with a sweet, semi-sleepy smile. “True. But it’s not that. We don’t have any protection.”