THE LAST FEW DAYS HAVE been quiet concerning Donovan. There’s been no contact from him and I’m glad. Jonathon found out he’s still in the UK; he’s staying at the Savoy in London. How can a man who is broke pay for fancy hotels? I can only presume his new girlfriend is paying for it, because Katherine Hunter is still in the UK too. I took out an injunction against him, and I’m glad because if he does get in touch or attempt to come near me, then the police can do something about it.
It’s given me some sort of peace of mind.
After Callum told me that my story was very much in the news across the Atlantic, I did some digging and called a few friends. It would seem Donovan hasn’t been the first to abuse his position. But no one else has come out and made an allegation of fraud or anything else for that matter. There are lots of rumours flying around Hollywood, except my story; that’s the truth.
One of the chat shows in L.A. wants to do a live interview with me. I told them I’m more than happy to but I won’t be back in the States for a few months when filming starts. They said they were happy to do a live link to talk through what Donovan did to me. The chat show host wants everyone to know so, as she said, no-one else falls victim to him.
Julie was here last night for dinner and a catch-up. She’s just getting over the cold, but I was missing her. Connor didn’t come home until late; he’d been in meetings all day with Trevor, so Julie and I had a few drinks, a takeaway, and plenty of laughs.
She commented more than once about how relaxed I seemed. And she’s right; I am more relaxed. The last few days have shown me who I should be. I can have days or moments when I’m weak, as long as my strength shines through, and it has.
It’s Friday evening and Connor has called to say he’s on his way home. I’m desperate to see him. He left before eight this morning and today has been the first day this week where I’ve had nowhere to go. I’ve done absolutely nothing except read. Well, that’s not true; I’ve showered and put on clean PJs. I used to read a lot, but over the last few years there’s always been something or someone to stop me.
The noise of my car stopping in the drive outside has my attention. Connor has been saying for the last few days he’ll need to get his own car, but I told him at the moment he doesn’t need to. There are two cars in my drive; one usually sits doing nothing for months.
“Honey, I’m home,” he calls out, making me giggle and lift my head from my book. “Where are you?”
“I’m in the front room.”
“Have you even got dressed today?” he asks, looking at me lying on the couch.
“Yes. I even had a shower.” He laughs. “What’s wrong?” I ask with concern as I finally take in his tired appearance.
“I’ve got a bit of a sore head and throat.”
I sit up and put my book down and he joins me on the couch. “Do you need me to do anything for you?”
“I can think of one or two things,” he says, grinning. “I’m sure that would make me feel better.”
“I’m not so sure. Maybe you should go to bed on your own and get plenty of rest.” He pushes me back down on the couch and starts tickling me. “Stop,” I cry out.
“No,” he laughs, winking at me. “You seem to be enjoying it.”
I throw my arms around him, wrapping him in a tight embrace in the hope he stops his ongoing tickling assault. I feel as though I’ve waited all day to see him and, now that he’s here on top of me, I want him.
“Please, Connor. Stop, I can’t take any more.”
He finally stops, but keeps me in his arms. “I’ve missed you,” he whispers against my lips. Lips that are now desperate for his touch. We spend what seems like minutes gazing into each other’s eyes before his lips finally fall to mine.
I’m where I want to be, in the arms of my sexy man with his mouth on mine. Yes, I’m in heaven.
I moan, running my hands through his hair as we deepen the kiss. Tongues dance, lapping and circling slowly. This kiss is full of the dreamy intimacy I was reading about in my book, the kind of kiss every woman should have at least once in their lives. I’ve felt like this with every kiss we’ve shared.
Releasing my mouth, he sits back on his heels, leaving me hot and bothered and craving more. He looks down through his hooded eyes; I can still see he looks tired but he’s decided that this is more important than sleep. He’s deep in thought and I wish I knew what he was thinking.
He lifts my pyjama top, pulls it over my head, and discards it on the floor. A warm hand cups my breast and my eyes fall closed as he pays special attention to it. The gentle massage sends currents of desire through me. He rubs my nipple between his fingers and I moan softly from the warm sensation that floods through my veins before turning his attention to my other breast and repeating his actions. His touch is light and teasing.
My body writhes beneath him from his touch. I open my eyes and he’s watching me intently, his lips still moist from our kiss. He removes his t-shirt, pulling it over his head and throwing it down on the floor beside mine and then loosens the buttons on his jeans.
Where the hell is he going? I almost whimper as he stands up and I watch as he kicks off his shoes. Slowly, he lowers the jeans and his boxers before removing them completely, allowing me a moment to worship my man. I clench my legs together to alleviate the building tension. There’s no doubt he’s a fine specimen of a man as he stands before me, completely naked.
Connor takes a step toward me and lowers his hands, finding the waistband of my shorts before quickly removing them and they join the pile of discarded clothes on the floor.
He crawls slowly back on the couch, parting my legs, exploring my thighs then moving slowly up. My eyes close when he runs his tongue along my clit. I cry out when he plunges his tongue deep inside me before pulling out and doing it again.
Dear God.
His hands reach out, grabbing my hips, trying to hold me in place, but it’s no use. My hips are rotating to meet him, seeking further friction. Wanting more. He lifts his mouth and all I feel is cool air where I want to feel him. I know if I open my eyes, I’m going to see him staring at me with amusement on his face as I wait impatiently on him returning to the torturous pleasurable task in hand.
I don’t open my eyes; I silently pray that he continues.
And he does, increasing the pressure. I grab onto the couch and push my hips closer to him. My body begins to vibrate with liquid fire as the intensity builds, heating through my body. I arch my back, needing more pressure, more him, more everything. His tongue leaves me briefly before plunging deep back into me. Gusts of desire flood through me. I explode around him and an uncontrollable joy fills me.
Opening my eyes, I see a satisfied Connor Andrews staring lovingly up at me. He kisses his way up body until he finds my lips. Brushing his soft lips over mine, I taste myself as he gazes down at me through hooded, dark eyes. I take hold of his shoulders as I feel his erection thump lightly against me.
He lifts his body and, with his eyes still on me, he drives into me in one fluid motion. I whimper, every muscle clenching around him tightly.
I need to feel more.
Moving my legs, I wrap them around his waist, pulling him closer to me. Slowly, he withdraws, and instantly I miss what we share, before he drives back in forcefully, his eyes still fixed on me.
“Please, don’t stop,” I murmur, gripping onto him tighter.
I moan as he repeats what he’s done. My mindless pleasure is building again, but I’m not ready for the fall. Not yet.
He’s leisurely working in and out of me at a steady pace. I’m lost to the all-consuming pressure that is building from deep within. I’ve no control over it as the fire spreads. I grab his face in my hands and his mouth crushes against mine as he continues to drive in and out at an accelerated pace, rolling his hips against me.
I’m struggling to hold it together.
My grip on his face tightens; a silent signal that I’m at that point of no return. He groans and bites on my lips, pushing himself forward as far as he can go. With one more rotation of his hips, we both cry out.
I let go, feeling him throb and then tense deep inside me.
Our deep and desperate kiss changes pace as our bodies relax. I might not understand all my feelings, but in this moment, I’m certain my feelings for Connor Andrews have changed yet again to something deeper than I thought possible. And as I kiss him slowly, I’m sure he knows the words I won’t yet bring myself to say.
He pulls back and the smile on his face is almost ridiculous as he watches me, and then he frowns. Yes, he knows the meaning behind my kiss. “What’s wrong?” I ask softly, my voice full of concern.
“Nothing, except I’m happy.” He pulls his body away from me reluctantly. “I also seem to have worked up an appetite.”
“I’m not surprised. Why don’t we go and have a relaxing bath and, if you’re good, I’ll cook.”
“That sounds like the best offer a man can get, although I wouldn’t hold much hope on getting a relaxing bath, because I already want you all over again.”
“Well, then I’m all yours for the taking.”