Mission Happy (A Texas Desires Novel Book 3) (4 page)

Still, seconds passed with her staring at him while he continued the seductive massage of her breast. She wanted this. She’d always wanted this with Connor. She knew he’d be her undoing. Regretfully, she pushed completely away, breaking his deliciously intimate touch. “Let’s go to the locker room. Let me grab my purse.”

“I don’t want to get you in trouble. I can wait…” he said hesitantly, his hand falling away. The one at her hip hooked around her back, keeping her close as he looked up at her.

“You won’t. I need this, Connor. Come on.”

Julia tried to move out of his grasp, but he wasn’t having any of that. Connor seemed to have no unnecessary movements. In his smooth way, he was up on his feet, one hand staying around her waist, keeping her close as he reached below the table for her purse. When he rose, his hot breath whispered across her neck.

“Say the word and we’ll stop.” He waited for her response. When she nodded, he continued, “Where to?”

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God, she was a sexy eager thing. She’d had too much to drink, he knew that without question, but she truly didn’t seem drunk. Still, his conscience implored him to make a different decision while his dick fought that command tooth and nail. Honestly, the latter was winning in the battle of right versus wrong.

With her purse in his hand, she grabbed his arm and began to drag him to an even darker corner than where they’d sat the last few hours. As much as he wanted her—and God, all her flirting had been effective—he absolutely wasn’t the kind of guy to take advantage of a woman.

With a flip of his wrist, he adjusted their hold. Instead of her clasping his forearm, he gripped hers, tugging her back against his chest. Her pretty face jerked up in surprise, looking back at him. Her incredible questioning smile made him tighten his hold, lower his head, and place a kiss on those perfectly pouty upturned lips. She opened, turning fully in his arms, threading her hands behind his neck, pressing the length of her long body against his.

They were fluid together, like he suspected they would be. Instinctively knowing what the other wanted from the very first press of the lips, that was until Julie abruptly pulled away, taking a step backward.

“Don’t overthink it. This doesn’t just happen. Come with me.”

His arms locked around her waist. Connor stared intently into her eyes. Hell, he’d gotten it wrong. She wasn’t drunk. She was intoxicating, making his lines of right and wrong even hazier. He wanted her way too badly to make any other decision than the one she just so freely offered.

“Make sure you’re sure about this. It’s gonna be hard to stop once we’ve started.”

Her blue eyes sparkled mischievously at him, but her face softened. If it were possible, her body melted more completely around his. “I like your concern.”

“What’s the answer?”

“I’m very sure.”

Connor lifted a hand to the back of her head, holding her in place as he bent forward to kiss her again. The swells of her breasts caressed his chest when Julie lifted on her tiptoes. The erection he’d been hiding all night rubbed against her belly. He lowered his hand, sliding his fingers under the jacket in order to touch the warm skin of her back. Julie pushed away, taking one step, then two while she skimmed her palms down his arms until her fingers clutched both of his hands. Her naughty grin grew with the challenge clear in her blue eyes.

After a brief second of staring, she reached for her purse and twirled around while hanging the strap on her shoulder. She overshot her next step and began to tumble forward. Luckily, he was quicker and had her upright, her back against his chest and both his arms circling around her, holding her there—exactly where he wanted her to be.

“Where to, beautiful? I’ll get us there.” Connor chuckled against her ear.

“I like when you call me that,” she said, trying in vain to turn in his arms.

“Tell me where to go.” He kept one arm locked around her waist while he slid the other inside her zipped jacket, under her bra until he found and closed around the swell of one breast. He molded his hand around her and, like before, was pleased to find the nice size had nothing to do with padding or surgery. God, he wanted to see her. He circled one hard nipple with his forefinger and thumb before giving a gentle pinch. A sensual little moan sounded as her body went lax against his. That was okay, at this point, he’d carry her if necessary.

“That feels so good,” she said, her head falling back in the crook of his shoulder.

“Yeah, it does.” They were slowly making their way to the back of the building. There were no lights, nothing to guide his way. He had no real idea where they were going. While he assessed the area, he kept up the steady kneading of his hand on her breast. At the same time, he pushed the fingers of his free hand under the waistband of her capris and gently caressed the soft skin of her side. “Are we going the right way?”

“I can’t think with you touching me like that,” she confessed sweetly.

“I can’t take my hands off you,” he whispered in her ear before licking across its shell.

She busted a move, flipping around in his arms, depriving his hands of the touch of her skin. She was back to lying against his chest.

“You don’t know who I am, do you?” she asked, her dreamy expression turning speculative. At this point, that was an odd question, and he furrowed his brow, stopping the slow walk he’d managed. Before too much thought could go into that question, her fingertip came forward to slide across his wrinkled brow. “Such a fierce look. I bet you’re a force to be reckoned with when you’re angry. You really don’t remember meeting me, do you?”

“If I say no, will it change things?”

She laughed that magical little laugh and her lips reached up to kiss his.

“No, it makes it better. Come on.” She spun around again. This time with purpose. The tipsy woman vanished. Julie was much steadier on her feet. They took a few steps before she reached for the purse on her shoulder, digging around inside. She pulled out a set of keys, lifting them to his face like they were a prize at the end of a hard-fought battle. She moved again. An unknown card reader flashed a green light and she pushed at the door. Seconds later a hand came out, fisting into his shirt before he was dragged forward through the door. He saw nothing in the pitch black as he heard the door click shut behind him.

“It’s been a long time. Do me right, Connor.” Julie’s frantic whisper sounded seconds before lips crushed against his.

Julie’s tongue pushed its way inside his mouth as her hands shoved underneath the hem of his shirt. He wrapped one arm around her waist as conflicting thoughts riddled his overtaxed brain. His eyes were open, desperately attempting to adjust to the dark room. At the same time, his dick tried to force itself out of the zipper, begging for freedom.

He would absolutely fuck this beautiful woman senseless, but they had to get out of the doorway first. He tore from the kiss by lifting two hands to her face, holding his aggressive lover at a distance.

“We need to move,” he panted in her face.

“Why?” she asked, her soft palms ghosting across the bare skin of his chest, making everything going on a little more desperate.

“Anyone could come through.”

A frustrated little sigh slipped free as she turned. He kept hold, following close behind. When she pushed through another door, the overhead lights automatically came on, blinding him and apparently her too until she felt around on the wall and flipped a switch, plunging them back into darkness.

There was a rustling noise, then she was back against him with no shirt on, and based on the sounds, her capris just hit the floor. Her hands were octopus-worthy, ripping at his clothes until he reached up to help, breaking from the kiss she’d just planted on him to tug his polo over his head.

“God, I wish I could see this. You’re so built.” Her hands rubbed along his chest, up to his shoulders, then down over his abs. Julie began to deftly work free the belt of his walking shorts.

She’d just said it all. Man, he wished he could see her better. It sucked to miss the visual of this determined woman undressing him. Instead, he let her finish as he threaded his fingers in her hair, tugging the ponytail holder free.

Her hair slipped through his fingers as she lowered his zipper. Thankfully his eyes were adjusting, and he watched her shake her hair free seconds before her lips touched his chest.

“Condom?” she whispered as he palmed her head, lifting her mouth to his. He reached back for his wallet, pulling it free at the same moment her hands moved inside his waistband, pushing his shorts to the floor. He dug through the sections and found the condom as her hands worked their way inside his briefs then pushed them to his feet. Shockingly, she followed, dropping to her knees, her tender hands wrapping around the shaft of his leaking dick with her mouth opening wide.

Everything in his hands fell to the floor as his reached to tangle the fingers of one hand in her hair. He swept the fingers of his other hand across the soft skin of her jaw. His eyes stayed riveted to the sight as she angled his tip to take him as deep as she could inside her warm, sweet mouth. His breath hitched and he fought the instinctive drive of his hips to keep from shoving his cock farther down her throat. Julie’s eyes lifted to his as she moved, pulling him all the way out only to lick his seam before hollowing her cheeks and take him deeper the next time.

He hissed, screwing his eyelids closed.

Julie immediately began to bob her head back and forth, sliding her skilled, velvety tongue across his dick. She wasn’t necessarily a pro, but still damn good, and he couldn’t help the slight involuntary roll of his hips or the quick pants of breath to help encourage her. This was too unexpected and too good even before her soft hand reached between his thighs to palm his retracting balls.

As much as he knew this was only a quick tryst in a not so private bathroom, he didn’t want it to end. He tangled both hands in her hair, shut his eyes, and moved his hips in earnest now, shoving himself deeper inside her mouth. When she took him so deep he hit the back of her throat, a low primal growl tore from his chest—a sound he’d never heard before. His eyes shot open, his vision clearer than ever before as he pulled her off his dick.

“Inside you.”

He took control, reaching down to lift her to her feet as she wiggled around. He had no idea what she was doing, didn’t even care as he slammed her back against the door and descended. His lips made contact as her arms wrapped around his neck and her ankles locked around his waist. He didn’t need his hand to guide because his dick knew the direction. He sheathed himself inside her in one tight mind-numbing thrust. It was so good he lost the kiss, reared his head back, and shoved his hips forward, driving himself balls deep inside her tight, wet core. Her sweet body took all of him.

Heaven.

Nothing in life had ever been that good. He stayed buried inside her, his head back, eyes clenched closed, and he didn’t move a muscle, not even to take a breath. He never wanted this moment to end. All that emotional crap he’d carried around his whole damn life slid away, falling off him in a freeing instant of intense exhilaration.

His breath rushed out as Julie tried to move against him. Reaching for her arms around his neck, he jerked them free, pushing her fully back against the wall, holding her there with his firm grip. He kept his eyes closed, still not moving—his pelvis lodged forward in the only place he’d ever truly belonged.

“Connor, more…”

The sweet angel’s voice used his name and needed him. He opened his eyes slowly and looked into her sensually exquisite face. He held her gaze while she panted, her thighs tightening around his waist.

“We didn’t use a condom.” He ignored his own declaration and forced himself to do what she asked. He slid slowly out then rolled forward again. She gasped as he entered her all the way. Julie squirmed in his hold then, bending her arms at the elbow, she reached out to circle his huge biceps that still held her like a vise against the wall.

“Next time,” she said.

Somehow, entering her was just as good the second time, even the third. He began to move with purpose, driving his hips forward, slowly building speed. He kept Julie pinned against the wall, but she used her thighs to move her hips, matching him thrust for mind-fucking-blowing thrust.

He knew he needed to speed this up as much as he wanted to savor the moment. Releasing one of her arms, he reached up, holding her chin in place as he drove his tongue deep inside her mouth. Deftly, he reached inside her bra, tugging both cups down. He tore free from the kiss and yanked his head back. The sight had Connor wildly bucking his hips, plunging as deep inside her as he could get. Julie’s breasts were large, her nipples big and dark, both bouncing freely as she rocked with him.

There would most definitely be more of this, because he planned to explore both those glorious mounds more fully a little later. He moved his palms lower, gripping her thighs, holding her hips tightly in place as he picked up the pace, fiercely pistoning, instinctively hitting that spot that made her wild with every single thrust. Julie whimpered uncontrollably, wrapping her arms around his neck, her head falling forward to his shoulder.

“It’s so good,” she whispered, her breath coasting over his heated skin.