Live Without Regret (A Touch of Fate) (10 page)

Brittany’s head pops up. “You know my last name?” Her lips tilt, revealing those beautiful white teeth. “That sounded so bad. I’m in bed with a man that I didn’t think knew my last name. In fact,” she says, furrowing her brows, “how
did
you know my last name?”

“I’m psychic.”

“Yeah, right.” She slaps playfully at my chest. “Tell me.”

“You were in my appointment book, remember? I knew who you were the second I walked into my shop that day.”

“Oh.” She nuzzles her face back into my chest. “I didn’t think about that.”

“But I didn’t know you were a doctor, which is pretty awesome. What type of practice do you work in?”

Brittany yawns as I continue stroking my fingers through her hair. “I work in the ER.”

“Wow, that must be intense.” I can’t imagine the types of things she’s witnessed.

“It has its days. When I lived in New York, I worked in a trauma ER. Now
that
was intense. It almost makes the ER here seem easy.”

“But you like it? You’re happy?”

“I am. Taking care of people is what I’ve always wanted to do. And not only do I take care of people, but I save lives. I wouldn’t change it for the world.”

I drop a kiss to the top of her head. “I think you’re the amazing one.”

“Mmmm…”

A couple of minutes pass, the silence even more comforting than I had predicted. Brittany’s breathing evens out, and when I’m certain she’s asleep, I close my eyes.

It’s been years since I’ve actually slept with a woman, and even then it didn’t feel like
this
. It probably makes me sound like a fucking pussy, but as long as our bodies are touching in some way, everything in the world just feels right.

P
ulling the covers back, I take in the yumminess that is Connor’s body. It’s magnificent in every way…perfection at its absolute finest. The sheet is bunched around his hips, giving me a perfect view of all of his intricate tattoos. I have every intention of exploring them individually, but right now I’m transfixed on his body. From the waist up, he’s all smooth lines and chiseled curves. It’s the type of body women dream of, the type that only exists in books and on TV. Except this isn’t a book and we sure as hell aren’t on TV—this is my life, Connor is real, and as long as I keep playing my cards right, he’ll be mine.

My finger traces a slow path from his bearded square jaw down to the base of his neck. I place a soft kiss against his chin and my eyelids drift shut as I remember the way the scruff on his face rubbed against my chest when he worshiped my breasts the other night. The feeling alone was so damn erotic that I nearly buried my fingers in his hair and begged him to stay there forever.

My heavy lids open and I peek up at Connor. He looks so peaceful when he’s sleeping. His dark lashes are fanned out on his cheek and his lips are pursed in the sexiest little pout. More than anything, I want to kiss him awake and demand he make love to me, but I’m still exploring.

I trail my finger down his chest, stopping at his heart. Then my lips take over and I kiss his chest several times. Resting the palm of my hand over his left pec, I make a silent promise to cherish and protect his heart if he does the same for mine. I know we still have so much to learn about each other, but I’m ready to take that next step.

Connor shifts in bed, cocking his leg out to the side, but he doesn’t wake up. His breathing is slow and steady, making me wonder how far I can go before he’ll stir. I scatter slow, open-mouthed kisses down the hard plane of his stomach, pausing to trace the etched V that leads to the place I so desperately want to be.

The other night I drove him crazy, and now I’m ready to do it again. That tiny slice of heaven wasn’t nearly enough. I want more. I want all of him. I want him so fucking turned on he can’t see straight. I want to hear my name falling from his lips when he finally lets go.

Slipping my hand into his shorts, I find him swollen and semi-hard. I move a little lower to get a better angle—

“Brittany.” My eyes snap up to his. Connor blinks several times. He looks conflicted, and I can’t tell if I’m pushing things too far or if he’s desperately trying to refrain from pouncing all over me. It’s a toss-up, but I’m hoping for the latter.

“I want you,” I whisper, attempting to convey in those three little words just how much I need him. That must have been exactly what he was hoping to hear because, in the blink of an eye, our positions are switched. Connor is hovering over me, his delicious body pressing me into the mattress.

“I want you, too,” he says, brushing a strand of hair away from my face. “So much.” My body is vibrating with sexual energy, and without thinking, I tilt my hips, silently begging for him to take me. Connor sucks in a sharp breath. Gripping my hips, he grinds against me. “No.” Running his thumb along my bottom lip, he shakes his head. “This time,
I’m
controlling the pace.”

Sitting back on his haunches, Connor slips his fingers under my shirt and slides it up my body. I lift my upper body just enough for him to pull it off. He flicks the clasp of my bra and the cotton material falls from my heavy breasts. His eyes flare at the sight of my naked chest. “So fucking sexy,” he rasps, tugging my bra off. He kisses the swell of each breast. “I’ve been dying to get my mouth on you again—and I will—but first…” Connor’s words trail off. His eyes drop, and then he slowly peels my pants off, along with my underwear.

My eyes stay locked on his. Watching him watch me is the most intense sensation ever. I didn’t think it was possible to be more turned on than I was just seconds ago.

I was wrong.

Running his hands from my knees to my ankles, Connor lifts both of my legs, opening them in the process. He kisses one calf and then lowers my leg before repeating the process with the other.

My knees are bent and I’m completely open to him, feeling sexier now than I ever have. “Please,” I beg. Lifting my hips, I urge him to touch me.

“No begging,” he says. Then he gives me exactly what I want. One long finger pushes inside of me and my eyes roll back in my head. “I’ll give you whatever you want.” Connor shifts lower on the bed and I peel my eyes open, a little shocked at his admission. “Haven’t you figured that out yet? I can’t get enough of you.” His lips trail along the inside of my thigh, his eyes trained on his finger as it slides in and out of me. His mouth is close enough to join in the torture, but it doesn’t.

“Are you watching?” he asks, not taking his eyes off my pussy long enough to check for himself.

Hell yes, I’m watching.

The moment is way too sensual and I can’t seem to form words. Connor adds a second finger, pushing it deep inside of me. When he curls them both in a come-hither motion, my body coils tight. “I bet I could make you come just like this. You don’t even need my mouth,” he says, his voice thick and heady.

He’s a dirty talker.

Oh, God. That’s my weakness
.

“What do you think?” he asks. Pulling his fingers out, he twists his wrist and pushes his fingers back in, only this time with a bit more force.

“Connor.” I know, it’s not the most clever thing to say, but right now my brain is mush. The only thing I can concentrate on are his fingers and the way they’re hitting that swollen spot way down deep. “Please.”

“What did I say, pretty girl? No begging. What do you want? Tell me and it’s yours.”

I squirm beneath him, pumping my hips in rhythm with his hand. Tiny sparks of pleasure shoot through my body. Tossing my head back, I squeeze my eyes shut. “More. I need more.”

“More of what?” he growls. “Tell me what you need.”

“Your mouth. I need your—
Oh, God
. That. That’s what I—
ahhh
.” Connor’s tongue pushes inside me at the same time I thread my fingers in his hair and hold him against me. His tongue swirls and lips suck, and when he slides a finger through my wet folds, finding my clit, I nearly lose it.

Connor glances up at me under thick, dark lashes. “Gorgeous,” he mumbles. Wrapping his lips around my clit, he sucks—hard—before nipping at the swollen bud. And that’s all it takes.

My body spirals out of control, my thighs clenching tightly around his head. Connor’s glorious mouth doesn’t stop. Instead, he rides out the orgasm, licking and sucking relentlessly until I’m nothing but a big pile of loose limbs.

“I don’t even have words for that.” Dropping my head back on the pillow, I revel in the feel of Connor’s body as he crawls on top of me.

“Open your eyes.” It’s a gentle command, and one that I’m more than happy to follow. When I lift my lids, Connor’s face is mere inches from mine. His mouth is glistening, a lazy smile stretched across his face. “There aren’t words for
that.
Watching you come, watching you lose control…it was the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed. I want to see it again,” he whispers, then presses a kiss to my lips before sitting up.

Leaning across the bed, Connor grabs a condom from his nightstand. He rips open the foil, pulls out the condom, and slides it over his throbbing erection. As he lowers himself on top of me, he asks, “Do you want this?”

Is that a real question?
“Yes.”

“Say it,” he says, his eyes imploring mine. “I want to hear the words.” Connor squeezes a hand between our bodies. His fingers find my clit, which is still swollen and throbbing, and my hips buck off the bed. Then he grinds against me, his erection sliding between my folds. Rocking his hips, Connor slowly pulls my body from its sated state. In a matter of seconds he has me writhing against him, desperate for a second release, and even more desperate to feel him inside me.

“I want you.” My throat is dry from panting and my words come out scratchy. Gliding a hand down his back, I squeeze Connor’s ass.

Dropping his face to the crook of my neck, he finds my ear. “Do you feel how hard I am? That’s all you. Do you want my cock inside you?”

“Yes.”

“Be sure, baby. Because once I’m inside you, I’m going to claim you. Your body”—grazing a hand over my breast, he plucks at my nipple—“will be mine. This pussy”—pulling back, he aligns himself at my entrance—“will be mine. Is that what you want?”

The head of his cock slips inside of me. “Yes.” The word isn’t even out of my mouth and he buries himself to the hilt, filling me in ways that I’ve never experienced. All of my insecurities fade away. The only thing that matters in this moment is
this
man.

“Fuck.” Connor grunts, trailing hot kisses over my chest as he starts moving his body. “You feel so good. I’m not going to last.” His hips are pumping in a perfect rhythm, and I meet him thrust for thrust. But I still need more.

Wrapping my legs around his back, I lock my ankles. “Harder.” He’s pounding into me, each pump pushing him deeper and deeper until I’m certain he’s found a permanent spot to call his own. My legs begin to shake. Tightening my thighs around him, I try to hold off my release, wanting to prolong this moment—this feeling—as long as I possibly can. “Connor.”

A low rumble emanates from his chest. Wiggling my hand between us, I make a V with my fingers and slide them along my pussy. Then my fingers squeeze his cock as he thrusts in and out of me. “Son of a bitch,” he growls, staring at where we’re joined.

“Fuck me, Connor,” I command in a completely non-commanding voice. Connor’s eyes snap up to mine. His hooded gaze is full of desire, showing me he needs this as much as I do. Warmth settles low in my belly. My clit throbs with each smack of his hips against mine, and without warning, my body explodes, sending sparks of pleasure throughout.

Connor’s movements become quicker, almost frenzied. A string of unintelligible words tumble from his mouth, and his muscles tighten under the touch of my hands. Within seconds, he’s groaning my name as he rides out his own release.

Collapsing on top of me, Connor cradles my face in his hand. “There aren’t words for that either,” he says.

“I disagree.” Curving my hand around the back of his neck, I pull him down until his lips rest against mine. “It was mind-blowing, and I want to do it over and over and over—”

Sealing his mouth against mine, Connor swallows my words. It’s the best feeling to have a guy kiss you as though you’re the only woman in the world. And that’s exactly how I feel every time I’m with this man.