Mission Happy (A Texas Desires Novel Book 3) (6 page)

Connor forced himself to tear free of the kiss, his hands tangling in the silky strands of her hair when he spoke. “I said slow.”

Her fingers slid across his sensitive nipples, sending shards of desire through his body. He ground his hips forcefully against her and tried with everything inside him to hold to his goal of taking his time with her.

“We have all night.”

“Then take me to bed, Connor.”

He crushed his mouth to hers as his hands descended to her thighs. It didn’t require much of a hold; she was already wrapped snugly around him. He carried her to the bed, never breaking from the sensual assault. The soft mattress took their weight as he anchored a knee on the edge, an arm to her back, and lowered her with his mouth fused to hers. He crawled on the bed, angling her head as he continued to dominate, his kiss designed to brand himself inside her soul like she had completely done to him.

With both hands on the mattress, he tried to rise, but she came with him; those long legs and arms held on like a vise. She wasn’t going to let go or end this incredible kiss. Connor reached behind his neck, gripping her forearms to help tug her free. When she began to protest, it gave him the break he needed. He went for her neck, softly mouthing a trail to her ear as he moved her hand directly to his crotch, pressing her palm to mold around the hard arousal desperately demanding her attention.

“I need you,” he whispered in her ear.

Her hand closed around his cock, adding just the right amount of pressure when she began her gentle massage. On a hissed breath, he sucked her earlobe in his mouth as her chest began to heave against his. She added a second hand, sliding low to palm his balls through his shorts. He stopped all movement, letting himself enjoy her touch. He had to concentrate on not blowing his load as her fingers moved over him.

Luckily, her ankles released their grip from around his waist, allowing him to push backward to his knees and sit between her parted thighs. Regretfully, he lost her hand on his dick, but he was determined to make this last. This time, he wanted to undress her. She needed to lay out before him in nothing but her smile.

“Come back,” she said, lifting her arms to him. Connor shook his head as he reached for her feet, removing each sandal before going for the button on her capris. She finally got on board with his plan, taking her arms out of his windbreaker and then her hoodie, before tugging her shirt over her head while he lowered her zipper.

“You aren’t wearing panties.” God, that was sexy to him, and right then, he had an internal struggle. His fingers ached to touch her, to see if she were as wet as she’d been at the club. Swiftly changing plans, Connor couldn’t resist reaching inside the opening, only to be denied when she lifted suddenly to reach for his clothes.

“They’re in your coat pocket,” she said, yanking at his shirt, forcing his arms up in the move. He worked quickly, hurrying to get it off his body as her hands went for the button on his walking shorts.

“It’s me undressing you,” he teased, tossing his shirt away, then knocking her hands from his shorts. She was at the perfect angle. Connor reached around, quickly unclasping her bra, before pushing her down on the bed by her shoulders. Disappointingly, her hands caught the material and covered her breasts. She didn’t seem to understand how badly he wanted to see her. Connor started to tug her hands away. His need was so strong that he almost missed the insecurity staring back at him; he stopped his movements. “Let me see.”

“They’re real. Not like most everyone else around here,” she explained.

“Let me see, Julie.” Connor leaned in to kiss her lips while sliding his hands under hers, moving the bra away. Resting back on his heels, he stared intently at her exquisite breasts. She was perfectly made in every single way. His mouth watered as he extended a hand, his thumb caressing one fat, protruding nipple. “You’re beautiful.”

“I’m not.”

Startled by the sincerity of her statement, his gaze lifted to hers and he laughed outright. She clearly had jokes even if there were some insecurities lurking just beneath the surface. Julie was hands down one of the most beautiful women he’d ever laid eyes on. His face actually flushed as his mouth descended to feast on one taut nipple. He laved the bud between his lips, lifting the swell to take more inside his mouth.

Satisfied he had that nipple ready, he used both hands to plump and knead her while moving to the other. Julie boldly responded, arching her back forward, her long legs tangling around his. Her hands came to his head, holding him at her breast. He lifted his eyes, watching her reaction. She gave a deep throaty moan of approval as he ran his palm down her flat belly into her open capris.

She was shaved clean and soaking wet when his fingers breached her seam, sliding across her clit, then lower.

“Oh God, Connor,” she moaned, tossing her head backward. Julie drove her hips into his hand. “More, Connor. I need more.”

Damn, he’d tried hard to slow them down, enjoy each other more completely this time. Julie wasn’t nearly on the same page.

Restrained by the binding of her pants, he shoved his hand lower, slipping two fingers inside her soaked channel while his thumb applied pressure, adding quick sweeps across her clit. Julie went wild. Her feet digging into his calves while her hips bucked against his hand, he shoved his fingers as far inside her as they could go.

To his surprise, she moved quickly, dislodging his mouth and jostling his hand free as she swung a leg up and over him to shove her pants off. Those went flying across the room as she looked back over at him, clearly confused. “Why are you still dressed?”

The humor wasn’t lost on him, but more importantly, he jerked into action, fumbling while trying to get his button undone enough to shove his shorts low. Julie crawled across the mattress toward him. He had never realized how visually stimulated he could be. Her sensual move made him fumble as he tried to undress. His skilled hands became useless when she crawled up his body. Luckily for him, she took over where he’d failed. His shorts fell to the bed as she spoke. “I want you to touch me just like you did, okay?”

He’d had so many surprises with Julie. She reached an arm around his neck and hooked one of those long legs around his waist. Man, he liked that move. Her lips touched his, her arm tightening as he ground his knees into the mattress, but was unable to stop his fall forward. Julie reached a hand between their bodies, her insistent palm gripped the shaft of his dick, impaling him inside her before her back ever hit the mattress. Their gazes connected, the force of the fall bouncing her into his chest until he pressed her into the mattress, driving his cock deeper into her soaked core.

“Yes,” she breathed.

The same sexual haze from before now descended, wiping any thought from his head.

Jesus Christ, what just happened?

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Nothing in the world compared to this man. He was sculpted like she’d never seen anyone before. Every muscle in his chest, all the way from his shoulders to his well-defined six-pack, was carved and on display for her greedy consumption. He was bulky and massive in every single way. More substantial than any other man she’d ever been with. Stars shot from behind her closed eyelids on the very first thrust, doubling in number when he shoved back inside the second time. He instinctively hit her spot with every single move of his powerful hips.

A fleeting thought settled in the back of her mind: she might actually be ruined. Connor may just be the best she’d ever have.

The delicious stretch of his width required her to take everything he offered, and in return, this sexual stunner would definitely leave its long-lasting mark. She tried hard to hold off her orgasm, give herself time to enjoy. Steadily, she rolled her hips against Connor, finding the perfect angle to take him to the root. Stars lit again, sending her head backward, her hands fisting into the bedspread.

“Oh my God, Connor. It feels so good,” she managed again. Of course, his head was right there close to her lips, his tongue shooting out to lick across the seam.

“Christ, Julie,” Connor hissed, her heels digging in his ass, spurring him on. Connor’s hand went to her hips, lifting another degree, holding her in place.

Oh dear lord, it just got better. “Yes… Right there… Connor, yes…”

“It’s too good,” he whispered, seconds before he drove his tongue inside her ear. That had never been quite the turn-on like this before. His warm breath sent shivers across her heated, sensitive skin when he instructed, “Be in this with me, baby.”

“I’m already ready, Connor. Come with me,” she whimpered, losing the tight hold she had on the bedspread. Erotic desire coiled deep, arching her neck. Connor took advantage of the move, his lips trailing down her neck until he was able to push back on his arms, giving him more advantage in each staggering thrust. Dear God, the man needed no more help, he was perfect on his own.

Cracking her eyelids, her breath heaved with an unexplained need. She managed to see the magnificence of Connor. He had his eyes screwed tightly closed, that exquisitely muscled body strained and arched, his beautiful brow furrowed as his hips continued driving into her.

“Connor…”

He became fierce, his hands gripping tighter at her waist, slamming his big body into her. He shoved with such force she had to lift her hands to the headboard in a vain attempt to keep her in place. She was little match for his brute strength and did the only thing she knew to do. She rolled her hips, burrowing her heels in the mattress, forcing an arch even when he held her so tightly.

Lost in the intensity of the moment, she barely heard the sweetly whispered words. “You’re beautiful… How do you do it?”

Connor’s body collapsed on hers. His tongue drove inside her mouth and his fingers shoved between her folds, rapidly circling her already-there clit. She couldn’t even hold the kiss, her orgasm so powerful she lost everything at its rapid spiral across every cell in her body. Julia hadn’t been pushed over the edge, she’d been flung, free-falling, having no idea what exactly happened or how to recover and couldn’t seem to find it in her to care.

At some point she surfaced with the weight of Connor’s heavy body surrounding hers, his strong arms pushing underneath her until, in one fluid motion, he rolled to his back, pulling her along with him. She lay sprawled across his vast chest, feeling small and well taken care of—exactly where she wanted to be. She nestled there, relishing the exotic scent of his cologne mixed with all this sweaty, overworked man.

Still very much in that after-great-sex bliss mode, Julia quietly mumbled, “I need to shower.”

He moved again, adjusting her much like a child with a rag doll, holding her in the crook of his arm. God knew she tried to open her eyes—she had no idea where he found the strength to move—but the fluttering of her lids only resulted in keeping them securely closed. A jaw-cracking yawn had her burrowing in the comfort of his warmth.

“Are you on birth control? Is that anything we need to worry about?” Connor asked, his Southern drawl more pronounced with the deep sexy edge he had in his voice. She liked that accent more than she wanted to admit. His sweet breath puffed in her face before the mattress beside her dipped and creaked. He moved while her head lay awkwardly on his bicep.

How did he have all this energy to keep moving? Finally, she turned her head and forced her eyes open with another long yawn. Connor was spread across the whole side of the bed with her on a little patch at his side.

“I’m on birth control and disease-free. What about you?”

“I’m disease-free—checked regularly as part of my job. Birth control would’ve been the condom,” he answered cheekily, chuckling as he looked over at her. She lifted her head and gave him a lazy grin. Julia turned, stretching across his chest, placing her hand under her chin as she looked at him. She didn’t know how, but he truly did seem more handsome than even a moment ago. Boy, she liked him so much. In their silence, Connor kept the sweet smile on his face and lifted a hand to caress down her hair and back.

A comfortable silence continued as she absorbed everything that was Connor McDaniel. If only life could always be this good. God, she’d love that more than she wanted to admit.

“What do you do for the military?” she asked lazily, not wanting anything to break this moment. Her heart had connected and she truly wanted to know more about this man. For the good or bad of it, their sex had definitely ended in her emotions becoming involved.

“I’m in special teams, technically a SEAL.”

Julia watched something happen to him, narrowing her eyes as she tried to figure out what it was. She wasn’t sure, but anxiety skated up her spine as the relaxed, peaceful expression on Connor’s face turned hard and unreadable. His body tensed beneath her.

The fingers that had been caressing up and down, from her ass to her hip, stopped altogether before his hand dropped away. He moved, dislodging her. In that fluid way he had, Connor rolled to the side of the bed. She was staring at his massive back now. It took everything in her to let it happen when all she wanted was to draw him back in the circle of her arms, make him talk about whatever just happened. A moment later, he rose to his feet and started for the bathroom.

“I’ll get you a warm washcloth.”

“You don’t have to. I need to shower. Is that okay?” she called out when he went around the corner. She was still on the bed, her head resting on her hand, and her heart actually ached. He’d severed any of that connection she’d thought they shared when he left her lying there.