“Erin—”
She reached over and dug her nails into his thigh to quiet him. He followed her line of sight and found Mrs. May peering across the street, lifting her hand to shield her eyes from the sun. Erin moved at the same time he reached for her, settling on his lap. They couldn’t be caught watching the house, and obviously were of the same mind that kissing was the best way to detract from suspicious attention. Erin’s ass nestled over his already hardening dick as their mouths met in a long-overdue kiss.
What had it been? An hour? Jesus, he’d missed the taste of her. He’d taken her to Starbucks on the way over and she’d picked a peppermint mocha at random, never having been there before. Now her mouth tasted like Christmas and he couldn’t get close enough. He pinched her chin between his thumb and forefinger, tugging it down so he could revel in her texture with his tongue. Her head fell back on a groan that he echoed in his chest.
She twisted her hips on his stiff lap, biting his bottom lip and tugging as she did it. Tease. She knew he couldn’t have her here. In retaliation, he reached under her skirt and gripped her *. Her mouth left his, breath panting in and out. Connor squeezed her flesh, a reminder of what she’d woken in him last night. A part of him that wouldn’t be denied anymore now that it had been released.
“Play fair, sweetheart. I came in your mouth this morning, but I only consider that foreplay. I haven’t fucked you today as far as I’m concerned, and I’m not happy about it.” He rubbed his knuckles along the dampening material of her panties, glorying in her gasp. “If you wanted my cock inside you so bad, you should have stopped sucking when I asked, but you were a greedy girl. Weren’t you?”
He felt a shudder pass through her. “Yes.”
“Don’t tease me, Erin.”
“I won’t.”
He released her and she slumped against his chest. Casting an eye across the street, he noticed Mrs. May had gone back inside, but the movers were sending covert glances in their direction. Breathing through a surge of possessiveness, he gently maneuvered Erin back into the passenger seat. He noted her stiff nipples pushing against the front of her crop top. Her denim skirt had ridden up, giving him a tempting view of her beautiful thighs pressing tightly together. He should find somewhere less public to ease her. God, he wanted to like hell. But she’d asked him to help her do the right thing regarding her stepfather, and he hadn’t been able to give it to her. That shamed him. So once again, he would atone. Would make today special for her. Because as early as tonight, he would act. He wanted her to have a memory to hold on to when he failed to give her what she wanted, but took what he needed instead.
“Will you let me show you something?”
“Anything,” she answered, without a single hesitation.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Erin marveled over the feel of her hand tucked inside Connor’s as he led her toward the skyscraper’s revolving-door entrance. He’d offered her his hand so casually, she’d felt silly doing anything other than taking it. She suspected he was acting that way on purpose. Aware that all these little steps they were accomplishing one by one were actually mammoth-sized leaps. The skin-on-skin contact still stung at first, but somewhere in the middle of the night last night, pleasure with a hint of pain had turned into a craving instead of something from which to escape.