What was it with asshole men? First, there was Toro trying to paw me and not taking no for an answer, and then Connor shows up with his sexy smile and taunting eyes.

I wasn’t some weak damsel in distress, even if Connor made me feel that when he saved me from the Chilean douche. But, the way his eyes darkened when he caught sight of my outfit made him almost worthy of forgiveness. I’d dressed up just for him, even if I refused to say that aloud, though I almost despaired he’d get a chance to see it.

Damn, I was so messed up emotionally. Half of me wanted nothing to do with Connor McGrath, the other part wanted everything.

I shook out my long hair and tossed it over my shoulder. Connor cozied up to me with his large, scarred hands pinned to my hips. If I’d thought there would be distance between us during this dance, I was mistaken. He hauled me closely, and I gasped as the whole of my body collided against him. He was a rock wall, and I wanted to grind myself into dust against him. Did he feel the way my nipples stiffened into little marbles? How embarrassing. I wasn’t supposed to be getting all worked up over my Irish Neanderthal.

The two guys with him and the entire club, faded away from my perception completely. Connor took up everything, making it seem as if the two of us were in our own world. He swayed me around as if the club music was some tropical melody that was a little slow and a whole lot dirty. I rubbed up against him, following his footwork as he swung me about. I didn’t realize until my heels sunk into the sand that he’d danced us straight out of the patio doors, and onto the beach.

I glanced behind me at the moonlit waves of the Pacific Ocean, and then back into Connor’s intense face.

“What are you doing?” I asked. I tried to sound authoritative, but my voice came out wispy. This fragile, feminine-sounding question that brought forth all the emotions from last night—the good and the bad.

When I was around Connor my body had a mind of its own. It fired up like a kiln ready to make him hard as hell. All it would take would be a whisper, a shameless undulation of my hips, and my fighter would be ready to throw me over his shoulder and carry me off.

Connor’s hands slipped around the leather on my hips, and then got a double grip on my ass. He pulled me tighter, forcing me up to my tip toes, and I felt the answer to my questions. He was half-hard against my pussy, and I ached to have him buried inside of me.

I shuddered.

“I want you, lass,” Connor growled. I loved how his brogue came out when he was in high emotion. Which was pretty often. He wore his mood and emotions all over his sexy body.

I stared up at him. Me and him could be a costly mistake for me considering the rules, let alone my reputation. If word got out that I was fucking my client, the story would be less about Connor’s image, and more about how I was giving him special favors.

The magic of the island and the beach worked on me. All my thoughts and concerns dissolved on the salt-laden air. Connor clutched my hand and led me further down the beach. It didn’t take long until I stopped him, and pulled off my high heels.

Connor grinned at me. “Didn’t I tell you at the airport?”

I laughed up at him. “Yes, but I bet you didn’t think I would be comfortable walking bare foot.”

Connor’s arms wound around me like an anaconda, making me his prey and surprising me as he swung me up into his arms. I squealed and clung to him.

“Who says you need to walk, Princess?”

“Put me down!”

“Not a feckin’ chance,” Connor growled.

I knew the kiss was coming, and God how I burned for it. My body pulsed low, tight, and wet as he lowered his head. “Connor—“

His mouth hovered above mine, only a hair’s breadth kept him from kissing me. If only I stopped talking, then his mouth would be all over mine. “Don’t deny it. I can’t stop thinking about how you sounded as you came for me last night.”

I closed my eyes as his words conjured up the memory. The skills he had with his tongue should be outlawed. I licked my lips. “I don’t want this to be some casual thing where you forget my name once we hit the mainland.” I wasn’t going to deny what I felt for Connor. All of my worry about what my boss would say? All gone. Now, I was trying to guard my heart.

Connor ran his hand up my back and urged me closer. “What I feel for you is far from casual. You know that, you’ve felt it too since the first time we met.”

“You mean when you were trying to fire me?”

“Yes,” he didn’t sound contrite at all. If anything, he smiled wider at me. “Because I knew the trouble you brought with you. You are the best kind of distraction. I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to focus with you here. That’s sort of true, but when I know you’re upset, or not near me, it’s even worse.”

I walked my fingers up his shoulders, admiring how broad they were. “I could lose my job if we get involved.”

“Who will tell them?”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “Why do I have a feeling you will say anything right now to get into my panties?”

Connor cupped my ass and rolled my pussy across the huge girth of his cock. I shuddered as the wet squish of my panties clung to my swollen lips.

“This will happen, Princess. Maybe not right now, maybe months down the line. But it will happen. You can pretend you worry, you can pretend you don’t want me, but we both know the truth. You like a little rough in your life.” His breath beat against my cheek as his words pierced my ear.

Damn him for being so right.

“I do want you,” I breathed. “You know I do.”

“I swear I can still taste you. You’re like sugar and I want another taste.”

How was a girl supposed to deny him when he said that stuff? I quaked in his arms and buried my face in the crook of his shoulder. I felt the heat which suffused my skin.

Connor took my silence for approval and hauled me higher in his arms. I wound my legs tightly around his narrow waist, and rode my heels into the backs of his thighs. He carried us down to a secluded section of scrub grass and shadows with only hints of moonlight shining down on us. The one thing about Easter Island I’d noticed was that there weren’t a lot of trees. Maybe because it was created from a volcano, so there wasn’t a lot of places to hide.

Connor spun on his heels and sat down with my thighs spread wide and sitting astride him. I almost lost my mind when his thick prick jutted against my pussy. I wanted to wiggle, rub against his shaft, but we were ignoring the predicament we were in: him rock hard, me slippery wet.

“What do you want, Princess?”

Connor’s whisper surprised me. This was the side of the fighter some rarely saw. In my brief experience with this sport, I’d noticed they were tightly wound, not unlike boxers and professional wrestlers—and I didn’t mean the prima-donnas in the WWE—tended to have serious meltdowns once they lost. I could understand. They spent months, years, of their life for one chance at glory in the ring. Only to have to start all over again if they lost.

Connor had only lost once, and that was when he’d been injured. He had the skill to back up his mouth. So, this emotional, vulnerable side was not often exhibited.

I dropped my Jimmy Choos beside us, and settled with my legs stretched on each side of his lean hips. My heels dug into the prickly, sandy grass. We were as close as two people could be, and it would only take a mild shifting of clothing—unsnapping his jeans, sliding my panties aside—and he would be inside me.

A full-body shudder vibrated my body at the thought.

“I think I know what you want,” he said, filling in the silence where my answer should have been.

I bit my lip, and tried to avoid his searching hazel eyes. His smile was lopsided, and the shadows did his battered face no favors. Still, I found him arresting, and I was powerless to look away.

“What do you think I want, McGrath?” I tried for toughness, attempting to pop this cocoon of intimacy he wove around me with his mysterious words and moonlit-soaked night. What girl wouldn’t have her head turned by having an ocean-side rendezvous on a tropical island?

“You want me to make you my girl.” He said it so casual, but without any of his dickish flair, that I knew that it wasn’t me who wanted this.

I swallowed hard. My throat had suddenly become an arid desert.

“You’re not the settling kind.”

His scarred brow twitched. “Who says?”

“You did in quite a few of your interviews.”

“Are you checking up on me, Princess?” His hands turned into iron bars on my hips, and I was crushed against this prime piece of Grade-A Irish beef.

“You know it’s my job.”

“Maybe. Are we hiding behind your job again, Princess? Where were thoughts of your job when you were writhing against my face and screaming my name?”

I struggled in his arms, hating his arrogance and blushing all over again at a reminder of what we’d done together.

He didn’t let me go. He flipped me easily, and I found myself flat on my back with Connor above me, and the moon silvering him like some lunar God.

I quivered and spread my thighs around his hips. He settled against me, and rocked in deep, stroking my pussy through two layers of fabric.

“I hate you right now,” I whispered.

His head dipped. “No, you don’t. You want me, you crave me. Maybe you love me a little bit, but you don’t hate me.”

God, he was so perceptive. I squeezed my eyes shut and twisted my head, trying to hide what I felt for him. Maybe I just needed to get him out from beneath my skin. We had forty-something days to screw like rabbits.

Except, I knew myself. If I let Connor inside me, he would be all the way, from my pussy to my heart in one rough thrust.

He curved his calloused fingers on my chin and forced my head back around. “Don’t hide from me, open your eyes Crystal.”

His order rubbed over every inch of my exposed skin, and I glanced up at him through my lashes.

“Good girl,” he whispered, and I was undone.

I laced my hands around his neck, dug my long nails into his faux-hawk, and yanked him down to me. We had done enough talking. I didn’t want to think about what a huge mistake this could be. I wanted Connor. I might just be a little bit in love with him, and would hate myself if I didn’t have him.

Even if it was for only while we were on the island.

His mouth brushed mine, hesitant and seeking, and I leaned up. Taking the initiative with a sharp bite of my teeth on his bottom lip. His aggression roared back as he stuffed his hand in my hair and yanked it back. That subtle burn throbbed through my whole body.

“You’re a feisty little bitch when you want to be,” he sneered.

“You’re talking too much. Just kiss me, Connor!”

He yanked my hair harder, and I turned into putty. I melted all over the sand as his mouth found my ragged pulse. He warmed my flesh with his steamy breaths, and then raked his teeth over the tendons. I dug my nails into his shoulder, and arched beneath him to rub my breasts against his chest.

I had been having dirty thoughts about Connor when I got dressed for the night. He took the invitation I presented in the strapless dress, because he reared above me, and yanked down the top. While I’d worn a strapless bra, the girls were too big to go around without support, he tore it down along with the dress. I was bared from the waist up to his iniquitous gaze.

“You are so feckin’ beautiful,” he breathed.

My toes curled in the sand as he stared down at me. I felt beautiful beneath the worshipful gleam in his eyes. But that worship was not the reverent kind, because he was sacrilegious as he dropped down and rubbed his face between my breasts.

The roughness of his five o’clock shadow caused me to squeal as his head twisted. His mouth latched onto my nipple with a wet slurp, and I gasped. My nipples were maddeningly sensitive. Each pull of his mouth I felt in my clit.

“Oh, Jesus, Connor!”

“I love how responsive you are.” His large hands cupped the sides of my breasts, pushing them together and forcing them up. He became greedy as he sucked one nipple, then the other, alternating his torture until I was writhing wantonly beneath him.

“Please, oh please I need more.” I should hate how weak I was begging. Didn’t I tell myself that I would not be sleeping with my client? But, who would blame me? I had fantasized for so long about having Connor’s hands all over me. Now I had his hands, his mouth, his perfectly chiseled body.

He yanked my dress up so that it resembled a belt around my waist.

“Mm damn I love thongs,” Connor said with a cheeky smile in his voice. “Did you dress up just for me? I think you did. I think you wanted me to tear your clothes off and sink my dick into you.”

I shuddered and tried closing my eyes around his hips, but he kept my thighs pinned widely by his body and his hands.

“I didn’t,” I protested. Though there was no heat in my voice. I did choose my outfit, from lingerie on up, with him in mind.

“You’re braver than that.” Connor knelt between my thighs, and ran his knuckles along the taut seam of my inner leg. Right where my panties and sensitive skin joined my thigh. I jerked beneath his ticklish touch, but he didn’t stop. Not until he had hooked his finger inside the crotch of my thong.

I bit my lip to stifle the wicked moan bubbling in my throat. I arched beneath him, urging his hands against the swollen seam of my pussy.

“Mm, want something inside you, Princess?”

I hated him in that instant. I whimpered as tears burned on the back of my lids. Not because I was upset or angry. But because of how turned on I was. My pussy throbbed with every pulse of my ragged heartbeat.

“Yes. Touch me, Connor!”

Connor pulled my panties aside so slowly I had to gnash my teeth. Finally, though, the cooler nighttime air brushed over my inflamed sex.

I dropped my head back against the shifting sand and stared at the stars overhead. It was a weird thing to notice, but they glowed and pulsed so much brighter here than in the states.

Connor’s breath fanned over my thigh. “I love how smooth and sweet your pussy is.”

“You shouldn’t say things like that,” I whimpered. I wouldn’t admit it, but his dirty talk caused my pussy to clench with forbidden desire.

Except, he knew the reaction he had on me, because he could see it. His blunt finger wedged between my smoothly shaven lips. “You act like you hate it, but your pussy drips every time I tell you how much I want to fuck it.”

I bit back a wild moan. The damn man laughed cause he saw exactly what he wanted: my pussy clenched and quivered and begged for more of his filthy mouth.

“See? Just like that. Your pussy is so good, darling. She’s not a bad girl like you. Maybe I should reward her.”

I panted as his words grew muffled, and the hot lash of his breath grew heavier. He was right there. Though I couldn’t see due to the darkness, I could feel.

And Connor let me feel everything.

He flicked his tongue from my quivering hole, and licked all the way up to my clit. My hips jerked when he made contact. Somehow my hands had found positions on his head, half clutching his short hair—thankfully it was longer on top so I could guide him—and half around his odd ears.

He pressed deeply into my pussy, his mouth widening so that he could get as much of my core between his lips. Then, he sucked.

Holy, hell. I almost splintered and came for him. My hips bucked against his face. There was no shame left inside me. Not when I heard how sweet and slick my pussy was as he ate me.

“This is my favorite treat. After every fight, I want this Crystal. And you’re going to give it to me.” Connor growled his words in between the flicks of his tongue. He built me up to the precipice of what I wanted, and then eased back until I was sweating beneath him from the exertion of being forced to hold back.

“Connor,” I pleaded. Lord, it was more like a stutter.

I felt him grin against my pussy. Then, his hands were there. He spread my lips open, and I felt one knobby finger stroke over my slit.

“You want to come for me, Princess?”

I squirmed beneath him. “Yes, yes I’ll do anything. Please, Connor!”

“You aren’t going to deny that you want me anymore, and go running off again. Right?”

This was blackmail. And I was not adept at handling a sex God who wanted to torment me.

“Yes. Anything, everything.”

His answer, when it came, was not in words. But the delicious stretching sensation as he slammed one thick finger inside my cunt and simultaneously sucked on my clit.

I screamed into the night sky as I came, knowing how dangerous this was for me, but racing headfirst into it with my eyes wide open.

Loving Connor wasn’t good for me, but damn if I would be able to help myself.