Free World Enough and Time by Lauren Gallagher Page B

and forth across my nipple. When I released a soft moan, his kiss deepened. Intensified. A hand on the back of my neck held me close to him, but I wasn’t going anywhere, not when he kissed me like that.
    A low growl emerged from his throat, vibrating against my lips, and he pulled me even closer. This long, desperate kiss kept us from making more than the softest of sounds, but it was self-defeating: The more we kissed like this, the more aroused we became, and the less either of us would be able to stay quiet.
    Breaking that kiss didn’t help, especially not when Connor leaned me up against the bed and pressed his cock into my hip. He made matters worse when he gathered my hair in one hand and swept it over my shoulder while he kissed the other side of my neck. His hand stroked my hair once before continuing down to my chest and there it paused to tease my nipple again.
    Our eyes met, and his darted toward the bed, then back to mine. No words were needed. We got into bed and quickly picked up where we’d left off.
    Though he kissed and touched me just the same as he had a moment ago, I was coming unglued. We weren’t just fooling around and teasing each other. We were in his bed. All he had to do now was put on a condom. Then I could have him, and I could find out just how difficult it would be to stay quiet with him deep inside me.
    Connor wasn’t in any hurry, though. As soon as his hand left my breast, starting a slow, gentle downward motion, I knew what he had in mind, and I could barely breathe. His fingers crested my thigh, then slipped between my legs, gently parting them. Two fingers slid inside me and he pressed the heel of his hand against my clit, circling gently with each slow, beckoning stroke.
    “Jesus, Connor…” I sucked in a breath. “That’s—”
    “Shh,” he whispered, kissing the underside of my jaw while his fingers continued teasing me.
    “I can’t stay quiet when you’re doing that.”
    “Do you want me to stop?”
    Yes. Wait, no. Don’t… I… I can’t think when you breathe on me like that… and touch me like that… and…
    He grinned against my neck. “Just tell me to stop and I will.”
    “Don’t you dare.”
    A breath of laughter tickled my skin. “Then you’ll just have to stay quiet.”
    “I… can’t…”
    “You can. We have to,” he murmured beneath my ear. “So they don’t hear all the things I’m doing to you.” His fingers made one long, slow stroke over my tingling G-spot before slipping out to tease my clit.
    I bit back a whimper that might very well have become something much louder. I wanted him to stop teasing me and let me come, but if he did, staying quiet would be out of the question. And he was doing it on purpose, using his mouth and fingers to orchestrate unbearable levels of frustration.
    “I love all the sounds you make,” he whispered in my ear, “but I want them all to myself.” Amusement added a lilt to his voice, almost masking the unsteadiness that announced his own waning control. “I know it’s hard to stay quiet. God only knows when you touch me, it’s hard not to let the whole damned city know about it.”
    The whimper escaped this time, but he muffled my voice with a deep kiss before it got too loud. His fingers slipped into my pussy again, this time staying there, moving back and forth across my G-spot while the heel of his hand pressed against my clit. My hips pushed back, moving with his hand, seeking more as every touch and tingle became more intense than the last. Only his kiss kept me from crying out, and just when I reached the very precipice of control, his mouth left mine. Before I could protest, he spoke, making matters even worse.
    “I’ve been waiting all day to hear you come,” he said, his lips brushing mine. “But since I can’t” —a little harder. A little faster— “I’ll just have to settle for feeling you come.”
    And just before I came, he kissed me again, the taste of his mouth simultaneously