Soul Ties (Club Ties #4) by Em Petrova

hovering over her was definitely flesh and blood. She surged upward and kissed him. He slammed his mouth against hers. His roughness was far from pain—with him she was alive.
    And she wanted him bad.
    She tackled his belt. Then his fly. His cock twitched under her probing fingers. “I want you in my mouth,” she whispered.
    That was one thing he hadn’t allowed her to do last night—suck him. And damn, she hungered for it. Knowing she could give him extreme pleasure with her mouth was a huge turn-on.
    He shook his head. “No.” He just flexed his hands into fists, cracking the plaster on the backs. “I’d take it off, but it will take time I don’t want to spare. I see that need in your eyes, Sweetheart. And I need to get closer to it. Now.” With more movement in his hands, he made quick work of opening her denim shorts and easing them down her hips.
    “Take off all my clothes. I want to be rolling naked with you.” She arched as he scraped rough-jawed kisses between her breasts to her waist.
    “Later.” He splayed her thighs and dived into her pussy. He sank his tongue deep, and she writhed closer to the extreme heat. Cool air licked over her skin as she rocked up to meet his tongue thrusts.
    Too soon he lifted his head, mouth wet in the moonlight. “I want you hard right here on the picnic table. Then I’m going to carry you to that tree, pin your arms over her head, and make you come again.”
    She pushed her mound against his mouth, but he didn’t lick her as she wanted—no, needed . A sort of physical pain of want spread through her belly, but he wouldn’t take her hint.
    Connall West did things on his own terms.
    “I’m going to use up every condom I have, Sweetheart. Then I want you in my bed again, curled next to me all night.”
    His words brought tears to the surface. The past few days, her emotions had been rioting. But absolute tenderness burned in his eyes as he stared down at her.
    Without asking, she dug in his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. Bypassing money and receipts, she went straight for what she wanted—two condoms tucked in the side.
    Holding his gaze, she opened one packet with her teeth. Then reached for his cock. As she rolled it down his thick length, his features shivered. Warmth flooded her, and she leaned up to touch her lips to his. Once. Softly.
    “You’re fucking beautiful, lying in the shadows.” His voice was sandpaper against her senses. He pushed her shorts down her thighs a little more, enough to fit his cock at her entrance.
    She turned her lips against his jaw. “I love being with you, Connall.”
    Their gazes locked. “You don’t want me, Sarah. I’m no good.”
    Neither am I. Her throat closed off. Her recent mistakes cancelled out everything good she’d ever done. But he brushed his lips over hers so gently, how could it be wrong?
    She pulled him down and he slid home. She cried out, and he muffled the sound with his kiss. Drawing on her lips and tongue as he pulled out to the tip. Nibbled her as he slammed back into her. She angled her hips and when he thrust again, the head of his cock struck the entrance to her womb.
    “Fuck, yeah. Your deepest point. I need more. Let me in.”
    His gritty murmurings fired her blood. She was lava, flowing out, a bead of fire running along the foundation of her soul.
    “Look at me. I want closer.”
    Others had asked for this in a roundabout way. One had tried to take it without her permission.
    But Connall was worth anything she had to give.
    His chest heaved with his panting breaths, and she yanked him closer, holding him captive inside her body too. “You’ve got me. So…fucking…deep.” She rocked against him with each word.
    “Tell me what you need. I’ll give it to you, Sweetheart.” His words sounded pained, as if it hurt him badly to think she needed something and didn’t have it yet.
    She cupped his face and stared deep into his lust-dark eyes. “I need this. Right here. Now. This moment