In Deep (30 page)

Jaidyn blinked her eyes open and smiled at him, her hand cupping his cheek. He latched onto her lips and his tongue thrust deep. Connor let his hungry kiss give her an idea of the need to possess her roiling in him, the hunger to take everything he wanted, craved, needed to breathe, to feel alive.

“You,” he finally answered her question.

With a moan, she arched her body under his, opening herself completely to his touch.

“It’s you I want,” he rasped against her throat, then nuzzled his way up to nip at her earlobe.

She sobbed, then let out a breathy laugh, the sound more arousing than anything he’d ever seen her do or had done to her.

“Only you,” he whispered and then began to make love to her with unhurried, steady thrusts.

Her arms snaked around his shoulders and he felt her fingers rake down to the small of his back. Rolling his hips, he slid in and eased out of her, taking her in slow, deep thrusts that had her whimpering mindlessly.

Connor burned to take her harder, his cock itching to slide faster into her hot, tight, slick sheath, but still he rocked gently against her. He didn’t know if he could keep up this slow pace for long. Squeezing his eyes shut, Connor tried to focus, but the little whimpers that left her throat eventually crushed his will.

His rhythm escalated and he stroked her with long, hard thrusts. Feverish with passion, Jaidyn gave a throaty sound of pure pleasure, opened her legs even wider, and thrust her hips up faster, demanding without words he give her more. Connor obliged her, gritting his teeth as he served her, lunged in and out of her heat.

She panted. She moaned. She arched under him, her fingernails digging deep. Connor growled as he felt her need for more and deepened his rolling thrusts until he pistoned away in her, thrusting hard and deep.

Her blazing moans turned to searing little cries of passion as she met his every stroke, and Connor felt the scorching pleasure in him expand dangerously fast. It threatened to swallow him, steal his control, his sanity, and never return it.

Twisting under him, she caught her breath and Connor could feel her tighten around his cock, gripping him as if she never wanted to let him go. He propped himself up on his arms for better leverage. He thrust into her harder and faster still, sliding his cock almost completely out of her only to slam it back into her, rapid, harsh, relentless, sending her toward the orgasm he could feel was closing in on her swiftly.

“Come, Jaidyn,” he croaked and the next instant, she was there, her cunny contracting and rippling.

The pleasure he gave her ricocheted and spiraled down his spine. Connor continued to ride her hard, even though her sheath clamped down on him. The friction was too delicious to ignore and he shoved into her sex and retreated only to thrust into her again.

Connor shuddered at the devastating ecstasy, his body taut and trembling. He knew he couldn’t deny himself for much longer. She was going to shatter him with the orgasm that he felt rushing toward him. Rapture slammed into him like a hot poker, starting an earth-shattering prickle at the base of his spine that raced through his balls up to his cock–

Flaming and violent, his climax hit and he burst into so many shards of glittering light he thought he was going to faint. Pleasure ripped her name from his lips. The jagged bliss seemed to last forever and he found himself going helplessly limp.

Collapsing on top of her, his heart roaring in his chest, Connor tried to gather his scattered wits while at the same time fighting to pump air into his lungs.

Through the haze fogging his mind, he felt her move and lifted himself off her to give her room to at least breathe.

Closing his eyes, Connor reveled in the stillness spreading through him. Part of it was because he felt contented. Oh, his body craved hers, still did. But there was the peacefulness that stilled all his worries and doubts, bliss he experienced in her arms only.

Lifting his head and propping it on his arm, Connor looked at her. She was so beautiful. He could look an eternity at her, could kiss each one of those stirring freckles, could remain there as he was with her beneath him, and not tire of it ever.

“I love you.”

She inhaled deeply, turning her head to gape at him. Then her features softened. Her eyes turned misty. After a breathy snivel, she cupped his cheek in her palm. “I love you, too, Connor.”

Suddenly, her ginger brows wrinkled. “Or Ronan.” Pursing her lips, she whispered, “What should I call you? Connor? Or Ronan?”

“Whatever you like. I’ve gone under the other name so long I don’t even remember my given name.”

“Ronan is your given name. Should I call you that?”

“I’d like ‘husband.’”

A smile broke out on her face and she lifted one leg to entwine it with his, letting her toes tickle up and down his calf.

“Don’t move.”

“I’m not moving!”

Connor let his brows wander up on his forehead, stating quite clearly that she
was
moving her leg.

Jaidyn rolled her eyes. “Well, I’m not moving the important parts. I like you just where you–ohh!” She moaned and pressed her head back into the mattress, a clear sign that she must have felt him harden in her again.

Connor chuckled at her immediate response.

Licking her lips, she let her thumb caress his cheekbone. Connor thought he saw something like mirth flicker in her eyes for a moment.

“Hm …” Her smile turned to an impish grin. “I still think I could have done better than a rich merchant like you.”

Naughty, playful little pixie. Connor had no idea where this was supposed to lead, but he played along, interested in what was on her mind now. “How so?”

Her fingers ran through his hair, massaging the back of his head. “You see, I do believe I attracted a dashing, wicked sea captain’s attention.”

“Really? A dashing, wicked sea captain?”

“Yes.” She gave a jerky nod. “He always expected me to address him as ‘sir.’ And he had a treasure chest too.”

Connor felt his slowly hardening cock promptly stand to attention. “That sounds wicked, indeed.”

She hummed as she must have felt him stretching her again, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment. “Oh yes, very wicked.”

Connor rolled his hips, starting to stroke her deliciously slowly yet again. “All this talk about wickedness …”

With a moan, Jaidyn arched her body into him, whispering, “Gives you ideas?”

“Wicked ideas,” Connor confirmed.

Biting her lower lip, Jaidyn apparently struggled to keep her mind on the conversation. “How wicked?”

Reaching up, Connor grasped the velvet rope hanging from one bedpost to hold the brocade curtain back. Swiftly capturing her wrist in it, he pulled the rope tight and grinned. “Very wicked.”