Page 75 of Shattered By the Currents

So fucking responsive. And tonight…all his.

He moved a finger to her entrance and slowly slipped inside.

Shit, she was soaked and so ready for him. He pulled out and thrust back in, deeper, right to the last knuckle.

Her breathing grew louder, courser, her muscles fluttering around his finger.

“Connor…please.”

He continued to taste the delicate skin on her neck as he pulled out his cock. He was rock hard and ready. He slid the tip over her clit. She groaned into his mouth. Then, in one fluid motion, he pushed inside.

Her head flew back again, her walls clenching him hard. “Oh God.”

He didn’t lose contact. He kissed down her throat, sucking that candy skin as he started to move in slow, even thrusts. Her tight walls fit his cock like a glove, making a throb beat through his veins.

Jesus, she had a hold on him no one else had ever been able to achieve. And he wasn’t fighting it. He was leaning all the way in.

He cupped her cheek and nibbled a spot behind her ear. Her nails scraped down his shoulders, and shit, he even liked the sting of pain.

When he reached between them, he circled her clit with his thumb.

A strangled cry cut from her throat. “Connor, I…I’m already?—”

He stroked her again.

She came, clenching around him so hard, he almost lost it himself. Then she was shaking and whimpering and calling his name.

He continued to move. To pull out right to the tip before driving back inside.

But it was her trembling and those damn whimpers that pushed him to the edge. He fell, touching his forehead to hers as he shattered, continuing to thrust and growl and just hold her.

When there was finally stillness, all he could do was breathe.

“Connor…I can’t…I don’t…”

“I know.” One long kiss to her lips, one last taste, before he carried her to the bathroom.

The water was lukewarm.Shitty motel. But they weren’t in there for long. He washed every inch of both of them before they dried off and slipped beneath the covers.

And then he realized…

“Raven. I didn’t wear anything.” He wanted to curse himself. Healwayswore something. But he hadn’t been thinking. He’d been in this fog of Raven.

She nestled into his chest. “It’s okay. It’s the wrong time for that.”

Good. Although, if somethingdidhappen, an accident they couldn’t take back, he wasn’t sure he’d regret it.

He was falling in love with this woman in a way that felt final. Like there was no coming back from it.

This was different from Margaret. The only thing that had been the same was the secrets.

He shook his head. No. This was still different.Ravenwas different.

She glanced up at him, a new softness in her eyes. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. You should sleep.”

She yawned, then closed her eyes.