CHAPTER 12
He’d shocked her. Delaney’s soft thighs tightened against his hands, trying to close her knees—so Connor loosened her with a lick to her core.
It won him another gasp, another clue to her. Sometimes, her gasps meant ‘more.’ Sometimes, they meant ‘yes.’ And sometimes, like now, they meant astonishment.
Connor licked her again, feeling her thighs begin to tremble under his hands, no longer from resistance, but from pleasure.
It drove him wild. He set in again, flattening his tongue against her c**t until her hands went to his hair, tugging him closer even as one bare foot dug into his hip like she was trying to get away.
Pulling back, he whispered, “Ah ah,” and then blew a cool breath over her heated core. This time, she didn’t gasp. She growled. It sounded half-outraged and
