Chapter 28

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Holly tentatively wrapped her arms around Connor’s neck, reveling in the feel of his rough cheek against hers and admiring the soft glow of the moon on his hair and skin. “You’re not afraid of me?” she murmured.

Connor kissed the corner of her mouth. “Do I seem afraid?”

“No,” she breathed, her heart beating wildly in her chest.

“Do you still want to spend the night with me, Holly?”

“More than anything.”

He growled, pleased with her answer, and his hand drifted to her breast, cupping her over her shirt and bra. His touch was like a spark igniting all of the fear and worry, terror and stress, and burning them away until nothing was left but blazing lust.

Then his mouth was everywhere, on her face, her neck, her lips. He pushed the plaid off her shoulders and nudged her onto the blanket. Holly lay on her back, looking at his dark silhouette against the star-studded sky, and it felt like they were the only two people in the universe.

She tugged on the hem of his shirt and he helped, sitting up to reach behind him and pull it over his head. She drank in the sight of his muscled chest and the pentagram tattoo, tracing her fingers over the ink before he lowered himself and began inching her tank top up her belly.

“I’ve had a hard time thinking about anything else but how you taste,” he said in a thick voice. He pressed his lips to her belly button and slid the shirt up with both hands, his palms roughly gliding across her skin as the shirt bunched over the backs of his hands, his mouth following with heated, wet kisses. When he came to her breasts he pressed his face between them and then pulled her tank top over her head.

Holly reached behind her, unclasped her bra, and threw it aside, loving the way his eyes darkened as he drank in the sight of her bare breasts in the silver moonlight. She decided there was nothing more flattering than moonlight, although she suspected Connor would look at her in the same way whether she were under the glare of interrogation lights or in a candle-lit room. He had a way of focusing on her as if absolutely nothing else in the world existed.

She pulled him to her, kissing him with slow, dreamlike kisses. The orchards felt truly otherworldly, so soft and glowing and private, as if they were in their own intimate bubble of sighs and pleasure.

His bare skin slid over hers, his chest hair brushing across the peaks of her nipples only to be replaced by his nimble fingers and then his clever lips a moment later. He drew her into his mouth, the tug sending streaks of pleasure straight between her legs. He gently pinched and rolled and palmed her other breast and then switched, making sure to give them both equal treatment.

Holly lifted her hips against his, grinding into him, desperate for more. He read her needy body movements and traveled downward, unbuttoning her jeans with deft fingers. He pulled the jeans off her legs and Holly wiggled out of her panties. Then he was spreading her knees apart and dipping his head, kissing her and using his lips and tongue with such expert skill that she was already on the precipice before she even realized it.

She nudged his head back before she could crest. Connor seemed confused for a moment but she moved quickly, pushing him down to the blanket and straddling his belly. “Not this time, Grimm. This time we come together.”

She pressed a kiss to his chest, her silky hair draping in a curtain around her and trailing across his skin. Goose bumps broke out on his flesh as she navigated downward, slowly unbuckling his belt and “accidentally” brushing the bulge in his jeans as she pretended to fumble with it.

“You really are wicked,” he hissed.

She laughed as she finally separated the belt and then went to work on his zipper, freeing the length of him to the night air and her admiring gaze. She licked her palm and wrapped it around him, stroking upward in one long sweep. Connor’s face went taut, his eyes glittering with desire as he watched her handle him.

Holly tugged his jeans off and returned, exploring him as thoroughly as he’d explored her in the hayloft. She traced him with her hands, cupped him, stroked him, and then she bent her head and took him into her mouth.

“Holly,” he groaned as she ran the flat of her tongue over his length and followed it with her curled fist. She increased her speed until at last he lifted her away as she had done to him. “You’re going to finish this before it begins.”

She smiled at him, feeling like a nude moonlight goddess, her breasts heavy and her nipples tight. She knew Connor was thinking of her in the same way because she’d never seen a man look at her with such awe.

He reached for his discarded jeans and pulled out a condom. Holly took it from him and ripped the foil open with her teeth, pulled out the latex, and rolled it on him—which was far more difficult than it should have been because Connor’s mouth and hands were everywhere .

She laughed, nudging him back as she straddled him once again and slowly, slowly took him inside her. Her eyes were closed as she adjusted to his size, her breathing shallow with the intense feeling of fullness.

Connor grasped her hips in his hands and waited for her to move when she was ready. Holly began to rock over him with dreamlike fluidity. She laid her palms on his thighs behind her and tilted her head back, letting the moon slide over her face as she slid over him. Perspiration began to form on her skin as Connor’s fingers found where they joined and began to circle.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve seen,” he ground out.

“Connor, I’m going to—”

He lifted her off as if she weighed nothing and gave her a playful slap on the butt. “Not yet. Remember, we come together this time.” With that he pressed her onto her back and she wrapped her legs around him as he sank into her.

Holly was used to being on top—Jeremy had been lazy and it had been the only way it had felt good, even if she’d never come and had always had to take care of herself afterward. So she was shocked and then thrilled when Connor started hitting angles that made her see stars.

“Why are you watching my face?” she asked on a moan, rolling her head to the side out of embarrassment.

Connor palmed her cheek so she was facing him again. “I want to see what you like. I haven’t had the benefit of your lessons, so it looks like I’m going to have to learn on my own. Unless you want to show me what you like?” He scraped his teeth across the cord of her neck as he ground himself over her in a way that made her clench around him. “What do you like, Holly?”

“This is good,” she panted. “I also like …” her cheeks flamed and she pressed her lips together. How was she supposed to share her most secret fantasies out loud?

“Nope, now I need to know. Don’t get shy on me.” He reached around and squeezed her ass cheek, opening her more to him, and dropped his mouth to her ear so he could whisper, “I’ll share my secret—I like all kinds of sex. If you want, I’ll do things to you that are so dirty you can’t even look me in the eye the next day. Or we’ll keep doing this.” He kissed her mouth, stroking her open with his tongue. “As long as it’s with you,” he murmured, “it’s what I want.”

He’d do anything ? Holly’s mind wandered to all the different things she’d come across online. She hadn’t experimented with most of it, but it would be terribly fun to try some of it with Connor. Maybe she’d start with something small.

“From behind,” she gasped as he slid his entire length into her.

Connor flipped her over with big, gentle hands and her gaze locked on the apple tree ahead as he entered her. It only took three thrusts before she was nearly undone. “Connor,” she warned.

“I got you, babe. Together.” He cupped her hip with one hand and reached around with the other to rub her clitoris as he thrust forward. A few strokes later and Holly was crashing into the best orgasm of her life while Connor pulsed behind her with his own release, breathing heavily.

They collapsed onto the quilt, and he rolled the edges around them so that they were cocooned together, her nose pressed against his throat. He swept his hand up and down her back, occasionally fondling her butt.

“Are you an ass man?” Holly asked on a yawn.

“I’m an everything man. I wasn’t kidding when I said that.”

She leaned on her elbow and smiled down at him, her dark hair falling over her shoulder and onto his chest. The crickets were loud around them, but she was snug and satisfied, tucked into his strong, warm embrace. “Can we stay out here for a while?”

He lifted the ends of her hair and brushed them lightly across the top of her breast. “My Wicked woman, we can stay out here for as long as you like.”