Make My Heart Beat by Liz King Page A

close enough to him. My eyes are closed and my head is leaning back as Connor kisses a trail from my jaw down to my collarbone. His hands are digging into my hips so hard that I’m sure I will have imprints and bruises later, but I don’t care. My legs wrap tighter around his hips and I pull him to me.
    Rough stubble moves across my skin, igniting the fire within. It doesn’t feel like Connor has shaved in days. Memories of what that stubble feel like on other parts of my body has me panting in need. My hands move from his shoulders down to the hem of his shirt. I want it off. I need it off. Connor takes his mouth off of me only long enough to yank his shirt over his head and he sends it sailing across the kitchen. When his mouth comes back to mine, I don’t hesitate; I open for him and thrust my tongue against his.
    I feel Connor’s grip on my hips loosen as he moves his hands up my sides and to the top of my shirt. He grips the top of my tank and tugs. I feel my shirt ripping along the center seam that goes down the middle, joining the two colors. My eyes pop open at the aggressive move, and Connor’s mouth leaves mine and dives to devour my breasts that are now exposed since I’m not wearing a bra. I gasp at the wet heat of his mouth and fall backwards so I’m lying on the cool countertop. Connor follows me, his mouth never leaving my body.
    “God, I missed this, sweetness. I need you so much.” He breathes over my flushed skin.
    My mind is screaming at me that I should stop this, that I can’t let myself get sucked into the passion and turbulence that is Connor Reeves, but my heart and body are begging me to continue. My body’s desire wins out the moment Connor sucks hard on a pebbled nipple and bites lightly.
    “Ah! God! Don’t stop!”
    “I’m never gonna stop. I love you. I can’t get enough of you.” Connor braces his arms on the counter, pulling up and away from me. His gaze bores into me, straight to my soul. My heart leaps up into my throat. I feel more tears burning, wanting to escape. Connor bends down to capture my mouth again.
    His weight presses down on top of me and I feel his hands moving behind my back to pull me off the counter. Without taking his mouth from mine, he pulls me up into a sitting position. My legs are still wrapped tightly around his waist. Connor drags me to the edge of the counter and presses his hands firmly against my shoulders. Our chests are skin to skin and the heat between us is searing.
    “Please.” I moan around his mouth. I’m not sure what I’m asking for. I just know that I need him.
    Again, picking me up as if I’m a feather, Connor lifts me and carries me to his bedroom. He turns around and lays back on the bed so I’m now on top of him, straddling him. His hands are running up and down my back, making my spine tingle. I feel Connor’s hard length underneath me. Only the thin material of my running pants and his shorts are separating us. Without a thought, my hips move up and down, pressing us together, making him moan into my mouth.
    I sit up and shake my head. My hair is still dripping wet, and most of it has fallen out of my ponytail holder now. I look down at Connor laying beneath me. My eyes rake over his strong jaw; I can see the pulse point in his neck beating frantically. I look at his chiseled chest. My eyes rake over the tattoo over his right pec and shoulder. There is so much about Connor that I don’t know, that he keeps locked up within himself. I just want him to let me in. He’s seen all of me. I wish he would do the same.
    “I need you.” Connor’s voice breaks through my thoughts.
    I don’t say anything. I’m not sure I could find my voice, even if I tried. I move off his lap and toe off my shoes and socks. I pull my pants and panties down quickly. I’m not thinking, I’m just giving into my body. It's craving this connection with him. It's craving just him. Connor sheds his shorts in one fast sweep and tosses them over the