Looming over me like a demon about to inflict the most exquisite destruction, he tosses my panties to the floor with a jerk of his head.
My breath catches in my throat. There’s a look in Conor’s eyes I’ve never seen before as he stares down at me, laid completely bare beneath him on twisted sheets.
“You are exquisite,” he murmurs in a tone that staggers me. It’s something like reverence. Like devotion.
I sit up on the bed, rising to my knees so we’re face to face. My hands settle on his sides, tracing the drawstring waistband of his sweatpants with fingers that are shaky from need. As I push the fabric down his hips in a rough jerk, freeing his rock hard length, Conor takes my face between his hands and tilts it upward so he can kiss me again.
He groans into my mouth when I begin to stroke him, clutching me tighter. His hands lace into my hair and the kiss goes wild — a desperate, unyielding dance of tongues and teeth. I’m dizzy with desire, aching for him like I’ve never ached for anyone else.
“Conor,” I murmur as his hands move between my thighs. “Conor, please… I need you.”
The lust thrumming through us both has reached a tipping point. It needs a release, an outlet. Surrendering to the fever, we fall backward onto the bed, our mouthes still fused together. He breaks away long enough to look down into my eyes.
“God, Shelby.” He groans as he settles between my legs, his massive length brushing up against me in a mere hint of what’s to come.
“Please,” I beg, nails digging into his back.
His forehead rests on mine, his labored breaths puffing against my kiss-swollen mouth. “Tell me again. Tell me you need me, Shelby.”
“I need you.” I arch against him, nearly moaning when I feel his cock poised at my entrance. “Right now.”
“Tell me you’re mine.”
My eyes are hazy. My thoughts are scattered. I hardly let myself think about the meaning of the words on my lips as I breathe, “I’m yours, Conor.”
His gaze never shifts from mine as he drives his cock inside me, so deep I feel him everywhere. So hard I see stars swimming like constellations across two indigo irises as he begins to move, driving us both toward the brink of something that eclipses mere lust. Something so powerful, my heart is ready to combust along with my body.
I’ve never felt more alive than this moment,I think, staring up at him in awe as he sends me spiraling into sweet oblivion.I’ve never truly been alive at all, until right now.
Right here.
With him.
* * *
I’m lyingin the circle of his arms, half sprawled on his chest. His fingers are tracing lazy patterns on my back. It feels amazing. In fact, every part of me feels amazing, from the crown of my head to the tips of my toes.
Behold, the restorative powers of four mind-blowing orgasms…
My neck arches back so I can meet his eyes. “Conor?”
“Shelby.”
“Will you tell me something?”
His fingers go still. “Depends what that something is.”
“Earlier… you said you pulled Sykes in on this case to interview me because you were worried you couldn’t be impartial.”
He tenses at the mention of Sykes name, but gives an affirmative nod.
“I guess… I’m just wondering why.”
“She’s a proficient profiler, I thought she’d do a good job—”
“No. Not why you picked her.” My voice wavers. “Why you felt you needed to.”
A fissure of confusion appears between his eyes. “I’m not sure what you’re asking me.”