Title: Living Out Loud
Series: The Living Series Volume 2
Author: Melody Dawn
Genre: NA/Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 12, 2016
Haunted by a sexual experiment that went awry in his late teens,
Connor Reece knows he isn't safe for any woman.
For six years, he's kept everyone at a distance, until the day his twin brother finds his soulmate.
When Connor is introduced to her best friend, Madison McKinley, she becomes the light in his dark world.
Both are attracted to each other, but neither believe in love.
Until they receive news that changes everything.
Can Connor convince Madison to take a chance on him?
Or will their trust issues deny them the chance at an epic love story?
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Madison
The sound of laughter breaks through the hazy comfortable state of near sleep and I open my eyes to see Connor standing before me. Wondering if I’m seeing some sort of vision brought on by my obviously oversexed brain, I blink heavily, only to find him still standing there. Although instead of the beautiful guy I normally see, there is a gorgeous confident man looking oh so edible.
Where as in the past, he’s worn jeans, t-shirts, and even athletic pants, the vision in front of me is wearing black dress pants, a purple shirt that makes his eyes incandescent, along with his suit coat and tie draped over his arm.
Making no attempt to hide that I’m checking him out, I’m drawn right back to his eyes. Connor could be the ugliest guy on earth and still draw attention because of the color and intensity of his eyes. Obviously, he doesn’t have that problem so this makes his eyes even more lethal. Not to mention his mouth…a thing of beauty that should carry its own warning label: death by multiple orgasms.
My mouth is so dry at the moment; it’s hard to speak. I want Connor on any given day, but dressed like this, he’s so sinfully sexy, all I want to do is drop to my knees and taste him. I’m in the process of getting up the nerve to say what I want when he suddenly swings me up out of the double rocker right into his arms. I see the look in his eyes and the whole lower half of my body clenches in need.
As the door shuts behind us, our mouth fuse together and I’m right back where I always went to be: in Connor Reese’s arms. At this thought, a warning sounds in my brain, but I brush it away. I’ll think about it later…later when I’m so wrung out from orgasms, nothing I’m worried about will matter.
I’m so wrapped up in the kiss of the century that I don’t notice Connor dropping his coat and tie on the chair nor do I notice him lowering us onto the loveseat in his living room. What I do notice is him starting to pull away from me. Whimpering at the loss of his mouth, I snuggle into him.
“What’s wrong?” I ask in a quiet voice.
His answer is not what I expect to hear at all.
“Everything with us is always hard and fast. We need to slow things down. Maybe try being friends…not just fucking each other’s brains out all the time.”
I can’t help but tease him, “Well, when you wake me up looking like a GQ model wearing suit porn, how can I help it. And you were the one that snatched me up out of the rocker, remember?”
Ignoring my crack about snatching me up, his nose wrinkles adorably as he asks, “What the fuck is suit porn?”
Grinning at him, I say, “It’s a theory that Chloe and I came up with. Some girls like jeans so that would be jeans porn, Chloe is obsessed with Jayson’s scrubs so we call it “scrubs porn,” and what you’re wearing is definitely class A suit porn. It’s one of my number one fantasies with you.
At the word, “fantasy,” Connor’s eyes darken; I know I’m playing with fire, but I keep going. When I opened my eyes and saw you, the first thing I thought of is I want to get on my knees undo your suit pants, and put my mouth on your cock.”
He doesn’t answer, but I see his erection trying to burst through his pants and the idea that I can bring him to this point make me feel powerful.
His face tightens and there are slashes of red on his cheekbones from arousal. I know he wants to continue what we started earlier so I do just what I described. I lower myself to my knees and reach for his belt buckle. When my hand touches it, he grabs my wrist in a vice grip and his voice snaps out like a sharp whip.
“Stop it, Madison.”
Brushing his hands aside, I get his belt buckle open and that’s when it happens…
I’m momentarily stunned, trying to figure out what he’s doing, when he pulls me from my knees. In a heartbeat, I’m flipped over his lap and I grab on to his ankles to keep from falling. My breath catches in my chest and I try to force out words, but nothing except a squeak comes out.
Connor pulls up my skirt and begins caressing my ass over my panties. In a low voice, he says, “You just had to keep pushing me, didn’t you? One day, you’re going to push too far and I’m not going to stop.”
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