Connor pushed her back against the door, his lips meeting hers. He took her mouth, the sexual tension between them plus the lingering stress over the fire that morning pulsing through him. Scarlett moaned into his mouth and grabbed at his biceps, and Connor’s dick jumped. He’d been half-hard from the moment he’d seen her in the cafe. He’d told his body to give it up. She hadn’t looked like she was there for anything more than breakfast. But even still, he hadn’t been able to stop himself from going over to her at the counter to say hello. That’s all it was going to be, he told himself. Testing the waters.

He’d heard what had happened to her. It was impossible to avoid hearing about tragedies in a small town, but she’d seemed good in the months since then. Back at work, and closing cases just as well as she always had, joking around with friends at the bar after work. He hadn’t known her personally, but still, he was glad for her. He couldn’t imagine what it must be like to have gone through something like that. That she’d come out strong on the other side made him respect the hell out of her.

And then there she was, sitting all by herself at the diner. If her hours ran the same as his, then she’d just come off shift, too. Sitting by herself wasn’t exactly a crime or a reason to be concerned, and neither was the slight wobble as she’d slid of the bar stool. It was enough, however, for him to suggest he drive her home. He’d opened his mouth to do just that, when she’d beaten him to it and surprised the hell out of him.

The lust burning between them had intensified to wildfire levels by the time they’d gotten to his truck, and was nearly an inferno when she’d pushed open her front door. All it had taken was the brush of one of her hands over his hard length as she’d reached forward to circle his waist for the heat between them to erupt.

He’d grabbed her hips and turned her, trapping her body between him and the door before smashing his lips against hers. A small voice in the back of his mind told him to slow down, to be careful, but then she’d moaned into his mouth, and her hands had locked onto him like a vice, and Connor had been lost.

He sucked at her mouth, teasing her with licks and nips as one of his hands moved to her breast. He cupped it, brushing a thumb over her nipple and feeling it pebble beneath his touch. God, she was so responsive.

His cock pushed against his jeans, demanding more. His hands moved everywhere, exploring her, as he continued to kiss her mouth, then her neck. He massaged her other breast and then skated his hand across her belly, gradually heading farther south. He paused, waiting for her to push him away, or to tell him to slow down, but instead Scarlett grabbed him, pulling him flush against her as her tongue slipped inside his mouth. It swirled with his, licking across the inside of his mouth as she tasted him. Now it was Connor’s turn to moan.

Her hips punched forward, seeking what she needed, and he rolled against her, reveling in the small, frantic mews she made at the contact. It had been a while for him, and maybe it had for her, too. Scarlett’s hands moved to his shirt, tugging at it as her core continued to rock against his erection.

Fuck waiting. His hand slipped between her legs, stroking her through her pants. Her knees trembled, and he slipped his free arm around her waist, holding her up as he rubbed the spot that had her head falling back against the door. Heavy breaths and moans filled the air from both of them, but she didn’t pull away. No, Scarlett leaned into his touch, taking her pleasure. Connor felt himself harden further and a bead of precum formed on the tip of his dick, still tucked away in his pants. Scarlett wantonly getting herself off against the palm of his hand was the hottest thing he’d ever seen.

He met her gaze, heating further at the arousal blazing within them, and she nodded. Yes.

She wore linen slacks, professional but tight enough to show off her spectacular ass. They also had a handy front opening. He pulled the clasp free and slid his hand down, seeking out her heat. His fingers brushed over her curls before finding her sensitive nub. He rubbed her there while using his fingers to part her folds. God, she was soaked. He took her mouth again as he explored her sex, but it wasn’t enough. When she came for him, it was going to be spread open where he could watch as she screamed her pleasure.

Reluctantly, he withdrew his hand. She didn’t pause, tugging at his belt and fly as his lips moved down her neck and across her shoulder. Somewhere along the line, the top several buttons of her shirt had become undone and his knees nearly buckled at the sight of the creamy mounds of her breasts against a pale blue, lacy bra.

Without missing a beat, he took her in his arms and moved them over to a rug he’d seen lying on the floor in the living room. There was no way they were making it to a bed, but she deserved better for their first time together than being fucked against her front door. He would take his time to taste her, worship her, even if it killed him in the process.

Laying her down, his lips found hers again as he made quick work of her clothing, opening her shirt all the way before slipping her pants down her toned legs. She lifted her hips and then pushed at the waistband as he slid them down, shimmying them down her legs, as if she was as desperate to get herself naked as he was to get her naked. When he looked down at her after dropping the pants on the floor, Connor nearly came in his pants. The lacy bra was matched with tiny pale blue lace panties, barely enough to hide anything from his view. He dipped his hand inside the barely-there fabric, stroking her. Scarlet alternated between kisses and moans as her hips rolled against his hand, and she pulled roughly at his shirt. He finally paused long enough to reach behind him and pull it over his head, throwing it somewhere across the room. He didn’t care. He was too taken by the sight before him.

Scarlett lay before him, her legs wide and her pussy covered only by a scrap of lace. The front of her shirt hung open, similarly sheer cups being the only thing hiding her breasts from his gaze. He touched her core again, grinding his palm against her clit, and was rewarded with a look of intense pleasure. She went soft against his grip even as she pushed back against his touch.

Connor pushed her bra cup down, and Scarlett arched her back, pushing her flesh toward his mouth. He obliged, sucking the hardened nipple into his mouth while his fingers returned to stroking her folds. Her breaths turned short and sharp as wetness slicked her pussy at his touch. He attacked her other breast, sucking it into his mouth before flicking her with his tongue as his hand moved faster against her folds. One finger slipped just inside her core, and Scarlett cried out, her head falling back and eyes closing as her back arched against his hold. Her breathy sighs became deep moans, and Connor reveled in the sound. His dick was so hard it could pound nails, but there was only one place he wanted to be that day. The thought of sliding into her tight, warm heat was nearly enough to undo him, even as she writhed against his touch.

He kissed his way down her body, swirling his tongue in her belly button, before moving back to her mouth, possessing her there as he slid his finger deeper inside her.

“God, yes,” she mumbled against his lips. Connor pressed his palm down against her clit, grinding against her as his finger pumped in and out of her pussy, earning him another rush of wetness that slicked her thighs. That was it. He needed to taste her.

He moved, kneeling in front of her on the rug. Connor watched as her eyes sparkled when she realized what he was doing. She didn’t try to pull away or cover herself up, but instead spread her legs wider, making a place for him. Fuck, could she get any more perfect?

For the first time since he’d taken her mouth against the door, he slowed down. As much as he wanted to be buried inside her heat, there was no way he was rushing it. The first moment she’d be bared to him was one he was going to savor. He had no idea if she would give him a second chance to make her scream his name, and at least this way, he’d have the memories to hang on to while he jerked himself off in the shower.

Gently, he hooked his fingers into the sides of her panties, resisting the urge to tighten his hands and rip them from her body. Already, he could smell her arousal. God, the taste of her would explode on his tongue. Until then, it would be fun to torture her a little. The hotter he made her, the sweeter she’d taste in the end.

His hands stayed where they were, fingers skating lightly over her hips, tugging the scrap of lace down inch by inch until Scarlett’s legs were quivering with need and his touch raised goose bumps in its wake. Finally, her pussy was exposed to him and her thighs slicked with her arousal, and Connor couldn’t wait a moment longer to discover her unique flavor. Her panties hit the floor at the same speed as the rest of their clothing and he dropped to the floor, lying on his chest in front of her, and his tongue parted her folds as he licked her all the way along. She shuddered beneath him at the contact, and his hand moved to find her clit, circling around the hard nub as his tongue continued its assault.

Scarlett’s hands flew to the cushion behind her head, gripping it tightly as a litany of words fell from her mouth. Yes. Faster. There. Oh, God. They spurred him on.

Connor licked her folds once more and then moved his mouth to her sensitive clit, sucking it inside as he thrust a finger deep into her core. Her pussy spasmed around him as he withdrew and pushed back inside, and his cock twitched in his pants, begging to be let free and replace his hand. No. He was going to get an orgasm from her before anything else. If she tasted like this now, he couldn’t wait to find out her unique taste when she came on his face. He wanted his eyes open and no distractions as he watched her come apart for him for the first time.

He alternated hand and tongue, moving from swirling around her clit to thrusting his tongue inside her while rubbing her most sensitive part, bringing her closer and closer to the edge but switching each time before she came. After the third time, Scarlett growled and her fingers threaded through his hair, grasping him tight enough that tendrils of pain danced across his scalp.

Connor got the message. She was done playing, and he was more than ready to make her fall apart in his arms.

He placed his mouth over her clit, sucking the sensitive flesh between his lips while thrusting two fingers deep into her core, pressing against the spot deep inside her that had made her quiver. Once, twice, and then her pussy fluttered around his fingers. He thrust as deep as he could reach and flicked her clit with his tongue, and Scarlett’s head pressed into the pillow as her grip on his hair tightened. “Fuck, yes!” she yelled and her core pulsed around him, locking him inside as her orgasm overtook her. He rode her through, licking up every drop of fluid she gave until finally her hips stopped bucking against his hand and she opened her eyes, her gaze still hot as hell despite the sated, satisfied look on her face.

“More.”

He didn’t need any additional words. Connor quickly shed his jeans, grabbed a condom from his wallet, and sheathed himself. Lowering himself down over her, he braced himself on one forearm. He leaned down, taking her mouth again, and thrust his tongue deep inside her mouth at the same time as he brushed the tip of himself along her folds. Scarlett arched her back, pushing herself toward him and finally, he pushed inside. Wet heat engulfed him and it took every ounce of control he had not to shove inside her up to the hilt. Instead, he began with short strokes, punching his hips. In and out, and again, until Scarlet was flushed and writhing beneath him, meeting him with every thrust.

Placing a hand under her knee, he lifted her leg up to rest on his shoulder, groaning when the position made him slide deeper within her. Her mouth opened in a silent “oh,” followed quickly by a moan as he pulled nearly all the way out before thrusting deep inside her again. He repeated the motion, and Scarlett’s eyes nearly rolled backward into her skull. Connor grinned. He’d found the spot. Now it was his job to hit it, over and over again. Her moans turned into sharp, sweet cries, and he sped up his thrusts, one hand moving to massage her breast as he continued to piston in and out of her pussy. It rippled around his dick, caressing him.

As much as he wanted to see her come undone again, Connor almost wished he could freeze that moment in time. Feeling her tighten around his cock as he pumped in and out of her sex, her breathy sighs and moans as he hit every magic spot—it was pure heaven. He slowed down, thrusting just as deeply but languidly, taking his time to watch the expressions of ecstasy that moved across her face with each slide of his cock against her sensitive flesh. The heat between them was almost a tangible thing, and he felt his balls tighten as her pussy clenched.

She must have had the same idea as she reached around, grabbing ahold of his ass and squeezing, digging in her nails as she pushed him tight against her, sliding him balls-deep inside her. She looked at him, biting her lip, daring him. Connor obliged, circling his hips against her clit, grinding himself against her as he continued to move deep within her core.

Scarlett’s cries returned, and her face tightened with pleasure. He increased his speed again, pushing into her and then repeating the circle-grind, until she was mewing with want. “Fuck. I need to come. Connor, make me come.”

There were no sweeter words. He rose to his knees, hooking both legs behind her knees and raising her up to hit the spot that would start the explosion. She leaned up and he took her mouth in a searing kiss, his hips moving without conscious thought as he reveled in the feel of her.

Scarlett’s cries became louder and her breaths faster until her mouth fell open, and she shuddered beneath him as her pussy rippled and clenched around his cock, sending him flying after her over the edge. He kept thrusting, bliss rushing through him as his dick pulsed inside her. He held himself against her core, groaning his release.

Recovering from her orgasm, Scarlett reached up and ran her fingers through his hair, spending yet more pleasure sparking through him. He stayed buried inside her heat for a moment longer, letting the pleasure seep through his bones as he moved languidly inside her until the last of the ecstasy faded.

Connor leaned down and touched his lips to hers in a long, slow kiss, before reluctantly withdrawing from her and standing. “I’ll just take care of this.”

Connor had no idea what happened between leaving Scarlett resting on the rug while he found the bathroom to take care of the condom, but when he came back, she was lying on her side, all evidence of the pleasure they’d created together erased from her face. Her expression was tight, emotions shuttered, and she said only one thing. “Thank you. Now please leave.”