Chapter Seven
Conor eyed Claire from across the table. Sitting there in her red dress, she was just made for all the naughty things he wanted to do. Best of all, she apologized. He couldn’t remember the last time Claire was sorry for anything.
“Would you stop staring at me? It’s freaking me out,” she snapped at him. It was her go-to response when she was under stress.
Conor shook his head. “I can’t,” he said. “Look too amazing to stop. I’ve wanted to stare at you all night.”
He loved how her cheeks turned bright pink at the compliment. With her black hair up in dainty curls and the red dress, she looked more like a delicate rose than the tough as nails woman he had come to know.
She ate slowly, and he knew she was stalling. The idea of them being together was against everything in her. They had already been this way once, and it hadn’t worked, but last night had shown him something he hadn’t even dared to hope. She still had feelings. Even if she didn’t admit it, they were still there.
When she finished her last bite, she stood.
“Bathroom,” she nearly shouted. “I need to use the restroom.”
Conor laughed a little as she jumped up and ran for the bathroom like he was hot on her heels.
He cleared the table and rinsed the dishes off in the sink. When he had finished with that, Conor roamed aimlessly around the house. He had always liked her style. At work, it was all business, but at home, everything was simple and soft. He made his way to her bedroom, the place he ultimately wanted to be.
The bedroom was a rich blue and smelled like her. He loved it from the start. Every part of the room was what he would have expected from her.
“Well, you don’t waste any time,” Claire said from the door.
He turned to smile at her. “Should I?”
She stepped into the room and moved in front of him. “You know this is a really bad idea, right?”
Conor wrapped his arms around her waist and brought her to his body.
“I don’t know it’s a bad idea.” He leaned down, so his face was close to hers. “I do know that I’ve never been able to stop me from feeling for you, and I think you feel the same way.”
She turned her head to the side. “But what’s to say the same thing won’t keep happening? Have things really changed?”
Conor placed his finger under her chin and brought her face toward him.
“I can’t make promises,” he said. “But I can say that there is no one that will care more.”
She gave a weak smile.
Conor swooped down and pulled her in for a deep kiss, just as he'd been waiting to do all throughout the meal.
Claire moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in even closer.
He was a little surprised when her tongue swept into his mouth. They slid across each other, battling.
It had never bothered him that she was a bit aggressive in bed. In fact, he was excited that she wanted him as much as he wanted her, but there were times when he needed to take over.
Conor pulled back from the kiss and placed soft open-mouthed kisses along her neck.
He pulled the zipper on the dress and, with little effort, slid the straps down her shoulders. The dress slipped off and pooled on the floor at her feet. He pulled back and stared at her. She’d bought a matching panty and bra set, red just like her dress. The bra revealed bits of her luscious tits, and he groaned.
“Fuck,” he said, moving forward. His hands skimmed the bare skin he could now touch. He stared deep into her pale green eyes. “You are so beautiful.”
The pink on her cheeks spread, and he loved watching her squirm.
He reached around behind her and unclasped the red lace. It looked great, but at this moment, all he wanted was to have her naked and in his arms.
Claire gasped as he pulled the bra off and tried to cover herself. Conor gently pulled her hands away and looked in her eyes again.
“Let me see you,” he demanded. His desire muddled his ability to speak.
His hands came up to cup her breasts. The hard points strained against his palms, and every time he brushed his calloused palms over them, Claire moaned.
When he brought his mouth to nibble on them, she threaded her fingers into his hair. He loved that she was begging him with her hands for more. Conor shifted to the side. His cock strained against his pants, and he ached to be free.
Her hands pulled free of his hair and swept down his chest. Claire worked her way to the buttons on his shirt. He sat up, and when he tried to help, she swept his hands away.
“My turn,” she said with a grin.
It had been all she could think about after seeing the strip of skin. All she wanted was to run her fingers over his chest and follow the trail of hair that dipped below his pants. Her hands touched skin, and she reveled in the feel. The sensation only encouraged her to work faster at the buttons.
When she had popped the last one, she swept the shirt down his arms. Her hands slipped under the material as she went. Hard muscles rippled under her fingers, and when it was finally off, she leaned back to look at her work. She had been right. He had been working out more since the last time she’d been with him. He was always in shape, but those muscles from before seemed like sorry fakes next to the solid form now confronting her.
She slipped her hand down the front along his hardened abs. He flexed as she worked on her way, and Claire wondered if this was turning him on as much as it was her. Her palms worked their way over his massive pecs, and she nearly chuckled when she rubbed against his nipples, and he jumped.
“Claire,” he growled at her. She looked up and was shocked at the passion she witnessed. “I need you,” he whispered.
She felt it. She needed him just as much.
Claire pulled away and walked over to the bed. She slipped off the last scrap of lace separating her from his view and climbed on the bed.
Conor groaned, following her lead by stripping off the rest of his clothes.
Her insides clenched when he pushed his boxer briefs down, and his hard length came into view.
The bed dipped under his weight, and she pushed herself further onto the bed. She gasped when he settled himself firmly between her legs, his hard cock pressed against her aching clit.
“Conor,” she whispered.
His mouth came down hard against her own before he pulled away. “I know, baby,” he soothed.
They both groaned when his hips surged forward and bumped her swollen clit each time.
Claire brushed her hands over his skin. Hard muscles twisted under her fingers.
“Fuck,” Conor groaned. “I don’t think I can wait.”
Claire turned her face to his.
“I need to fuck you,” he said and stilled his hips. “There’s so much more I want to do, but I’m going to lose it if I don’t get to bury myself deep in your sweet pussy.”
She flushed. It was silly after how she had talked with him yesterday, and the position they were in now, but to hear him talk that way made her flustered.
Conor reached between them and rubbed her slick clit.
“Do I need a condom?” he whispered.
Claire moaned. His large fingers worked magic on her. She could feel her juices flow out of her as he pleasured her.
“Claire,” he hissed.
Her nails bit into his side.
“I’m on the pill,” she groaned.
“Thank God,” he said and positioned himself over her opening.
She moaned as he slipped his thick cock between her folds, bumping her clit a few more times.
“Conor.” Her hands drifted from their spot at his back down to his taut ass.
“Fuck,” he hissed as he pushed in deep inside her.
Claire sucked in a breath at the sudden fullness and groaned when he pushed in even more. All the way inside, Conor swirled his hips a few times and gasped as he brushed her cervix. Her hips moved wildly against him, and she pressed him even further in.
“Jesus.” Beads of sweat dripped off of him and rolled down his perfect chest. “Baby, I’ve got to start moving.”
She nodded. He pulled back slightly and pushed back in. Claire linked her legs behind him and moved to take him in more.
This time he pulled out half way, and when he gently rocked back in, she pulled her body up hard and fast on him.
“Claire.” He stilled. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
She laughed. “I think I can take it.” She pulled him in tighter against her and ran her fingers along the sides of his body. “Fuck me, Conor.”
He grinned at her. “You always were a wildcat.”
She jumped when he pulled back and slammed back in. Her insides quivered.
Not holding anything back, Conor began to work in her like she had always thought about, always remembered. Hard and fast, his muscled body worked into her and drove her to the edge.
She reached between them and rubbed her clit. Her insides clamped hard on him as her orgasm rolled over her.
Conor held himself still for a moment as she came down from her intense orgasm. He breathed in deep and tried not to think about how hard she was squeezing his dick.
“You didn’t come,” she managed between breaths.
Conor grinned down at her. “Not finished yet,” he said and pushed in deep.
He pulled out, and her eyes snapped open.
“What are you—”
He didn’t give her time to finish. If he had to hold off much longer, he was going to lose his shit. Conor picked her up and flipped her over to her stomach.
Not giving her much chance to catch her breath, he hauled her up to her knees and thrust her back against him. His cock pushed deep inside her.
“Conor,” she moaned. He loved the sound of his name on her lips as he fucked her.
He leaned forward and swept her hair off her back. The pins from earlier were lost in the bed. Softly, he kissed along her neck, pushing himself even further inside.
She began to pant, and he knew she was close. He pushed against her G-spot and could feel her pussy respond.
Conor sat back up and slapped his hips hard against her ass. He pulled out and did the same thing. Claire moaned and thrashed against the mattress.
He was so close. He continued to slam into her, filling her each time as he moved.
His fingers gripped her hips and worked her over him. They came hard together. Conor shouted as jets of his cum coated her walls. She gripped him hard, and they just enjoyed the feel of their release.
Conor pulled out and flopped down next to her on the bed.
She rolled over and peppered his chest with kisses.
“Wow,” she whispered.
Conor took a deep breath. “Yeah.”
Her hand traced patterns along his chest. The gesture was sweet. He wanted this, wanted her.
The longing shook him to his very core. Being with Claire was the last thing she needed. He was in a world of trouble with both Ennis and Finn. What could he bring her but sadness? That's all he had managed to do before.
She shifted to smile at him. The expression only speared him deeper. He had to get out of there before the encounter started to mean more to him than it already did.
Conor loosened himself from her arms and went into the bathroom.
Claire watched him walk away and smiled. Amazing was too simple a word for what she was feeling at that moment. She knew it would be fantastic with Conor again, but the sex had been more like blow-your-mind explosive. She rolled over and breathed in his spicy scent on her pillows and sighed. This was good. She was good.
She jumped when Conor cleared his throat and blushed at being caught sniffing her sheets.
When she turned to look at him, her mouth nearly fell open.
“You’re leaving?” she asked. The words came out before she could even stop them. It was clear he was. His clothes were mostly on, and he stood holding his shoes.
“I’ve got an early morning,” he said.
Her heart raced as she tried to think of why he’d leave.
“Maybe you could leave from here?” she asked, feeling more desperate than hopeful.
“I don’t think that would be a good idea,” he said after a few minutes. “Thanks for a great night,” he said quietly.
“Yeah,” she murmured, afraid if she said more, her voice might let loose the floodgates.
Conor nodded and walked out the door. A few seconds later, she heard the front door click shut.
The tears she’d been holding back came freely now. They streamed down her face as she silently cried. In a matter of minutes, her best night ever had gone to her worst.