His muscles strained on top of her and his body was rigid, but he whispered one word, “Mine.”
Fiona had barely heard the word in the haze of oblivion. But as they lay panting and sweaty, she replayed the moment and wondered. Was he just controlling her pleasure, making sure she knew her o****m was his? Or—and her heart gave a little leap at the thought—was he claiming her as his? Her lungs still struggled for air, but now the cause was unclear. Did the rampant thoughts running in her head or Connor’s weight pressing down her steal her breath?
He shifted, pulling out of her, but not letting her go. Why wouldn’t he say something? Anything. Whatever connection she’d thought they’d had before the election had been magnified tonight. She knew he felt it too. He groaned and pulled away long en
