CHAPTER 11
For a second, Delaney couldn’t react, couldn’t think. She was too busy processing:
Connor’s lips were hot, but her hands were hotter.
The muscles under her palms were hard and it made her feel impossibly soft.
Slowly, he shifted until he was lying down and she was on top, breasts pressing into him.
I will touch you like this, his mouth seemed to say, pushing into her so she would open.
I will stroke you like this, he seemed to add as his tongue found hers. The wet heat made her gasp and Connor caught it.
God, the man could kiss. Delaney felt her arms tighten around his neck, pulling him closer, begging for more.
And somehow he still held back.
Connor’s arms circled her, too gently, too softly. I will ask you like this, they seemed to say.
All I have to do is answer, sh
