she’d retreat back into herself, and he’d never stand a chance. After all the times he’d fucked up, it would be justified. He just hoped that wasn’t the case.
They rode in silence to her apartment. When he pulled out front, she quickly got out of the car.
Conor jumped out.
“Let me come up,” he said. His voice faltered as he spoke, but he didn’t care. Even if she was going to turn him away, he was going to try.
Claire turned and walked over to him. As she looked at him, he wanted to believe those pale green eyes held love for him, but he couldn't be sure. She’d been emotional before, but that might have just been the excitement of the moment. Now that she had time to think and take it all in, maybe she had returned to what she figured sensible, rejecting him.
She slipped her hand into his and squeezed. Gently, she pulled him along, and he sighed.
They walked through the entrance to the apartment and into the elevator. When the doors closed, he moved in and pressed her against the wall. He kissed her, his lips lingering on hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in. She did want him, after all.
Her mouth moved over his, and when she timidly licked his lips, Conor opened to let her in. Their tongues moved with one another, and when the doors dinged open, he forced himself to pull back. Claire blinked open her sleepy eyes at him, and he wanted to press right back into her.
She yelped when he swept her up in his arms.
“What are you doing?” Claire laughed.
Conor moved quickly through the door and down the hall.
“Making sure we don’t have sex in the elevator,” he said.
Claire laughed again. “I didn’t know that was an option.” A thoughtful expression swept over her face.
Conor looked down at her. “Oh, it’s possible, but I figure the last thing we want is our sex video making the rounds.”
Her eyes went wide with shock. “You think they’d sell it?”
He couldn’t help the grin that came to his face. “With the way I’m feeling, I’m sure of it.”
She shivered in his arms, and he knew she understood his meaning.
Conor set her down outside her door and waited as she opened the door. They stepped in, and she quickly shut the door. He pulled off his jacket.
“Maybe we should eat some—”
He pulled her hard against him and turned to press her into the door.
“I can’t wait,” he said.
Her breath came in short bursts on his neck as she stared up at him.
“You look beautiful,” he whispered and leaned down to her collar bone.
He pressed open-mouthed kisses into her flesh, and she moaned.
“Conor,” she said, her voice coming out almost a mere breath.
She pulled his mouth to hers and pressed hard into him.
Claire groaned as he locked lips with her again. Her hands raced over the hard ridges on his arms, and she ached to feel his thick muscles under her fingers.
Her hands grasped the bottom of his shirt and yanked it out of his pants. Without waiting, she pulled the shirt open. The buttons clattered to the floor as she pulled them off. She yanked off his undershirt.
With the shirt gone, she slipped her hands over his hard muscled body. She scrapped her fingers down his chest and reveled in the feeling. Feeling bolder than she did the other night, Claire leaned forward and sucked on one of his pecs. Her tongue darted out to trace the line.
She licked and nibbled her way down his body, She paused on his stomach, scraping her teeth lightly over his hard six pack. Claire stopped at the line of hair leading into his pants. He groaned when she glanced up at him.
“Claire,” he whispered. It was all she needed. With nimble fingers, she worked off the top of the pants. Slowly, she slid down the zipper.
He strained against his underwear, pushing his way just past the top. Claire leaned forward and swiped her tongue across the top, licking away some cum that was already forming.
“Fuck,” he moaned and tried to pull away. She reached behind
They rode in silence to her apartment. When he pulled out front, she quickly got out of the car.
Conor jumped out.
“Let me come up,” he said. His voice faltered as he spoke, but he didn’t care. Even if she was going to turn him away, he was going to try.
Claire turned and walked over to him. As she looked at him, he wanted to believe those pale green eyes held love for him, but he couldn't be sure. She’d been emotional before, but that might have just been the excitement of the moment. Now that she had time to think and take it all in, maybe she had returned to what she figured sensible, rejecting him.
She slipped her hand into his and squeezed. Gently, she pulled him along, and he sighed.
They walked through the entrance to the apartment and into the elevator. When the doors closed, he moved in and pressed her against the wall. He kissed her, his lips lingering on hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in. She did want him, after all.
Her mouth moved over his, and when she timidly licked his lips, Conor opened to let her in. Their tongues moved with one another, and when the doors dinged open, he forced himself to pull back. Claire blinked open her sleepy eyes at him, and he wanted to press right back into her.
She yelped when he swept her up in his arms.
“What are you doing?” Claire laughed.
Conor moved quickly through the door and down the hall.
“Making sure we don’t have sex in the elevator,” he said.
Claire laughed again. “I didn’t know that was an option.” A thoughtful expression swept over her face.
Conor looked down at her. “Oh, it’s possible, but I figure the last thing we want is our sex video making the rounds.”
Her eyes went wide with shock. “You think they’d sell it?”
He couldn’t help the grin that came to his face. “With the way I’m feeling, I’m sure of it.”
She shivered in his arms, and he knew she understood his meaning.
Conor set her down outside her door and waited as she opened the door. They stepped in, and she quickly shut the door. He pulled off his jacket.
“Maybe we should eat some—”
He pulled her hard against him and turned to press her into the door.
“I can’t wait,” he said.
Her breath came in short bursts on his neck as she stared up at him.
“You look beautiful,” he whispered and leaned down to her collar bone.
He pressed open-mouthed kisses into her flesh, and she moaned.
“Conor,” she said, her voice coming out almost a mere breath.
She pulled his mouth to hers and pressed hard into him.
Claire groaned as he locked lips with her again. Her hands raced over the hard ridges on his arms, and she ached to feel his thick muscles under her fingers.
Her hands grasped the bottom of his shirt and yanked it out of his pants. Without waiting, she pulled the shirt open. The buttons clattered to the floor as she pulled them off. She yanked off his undershirt.
With the shirt gone, she slipped her hands over his hard muscled body. She scrapped her fingers down his chest and reveled in the feeling. Feeling bolder than she did the other night, Claire leaned forward and sucked on one of his pecs. Her tongue darted out to trace the line.
She licked and nibbled her way down his body, She paused on his stomach, scraping her teeth lightly over his hard six pack. Claire stopped at the line of hair leading into his pants. He groaned when she glanced up at him.
“Claire,” he whispered. It was all she needed. With nimble fingers, she worked off the top of the pants. Slowly, she slid down the zipper.
He strained against his underwear, pushing his way just past the top. Claire leaned forward and swiped her tongue across the top, licking away some cum that was already forming.
“Fuck,” he moaned and tried to pull away. She reached behind
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