Page 108 of Shattered By the Currents

She gasped and grabbed onto his hair as if that could help steady her. “Connor.”

He swirled the bud of her nipple around in a circle, then back and forth, making her squirm and her breaths grow choppy.

She closed her eyes, and it felt like she was floating. Like gravity had forgotten about her.

When he switched to her other breast, she couldn’t stop the throaty cry from toppling into the air. He sucked and tasted, knowing exactly what she needed, even when Raven herself didn’t.

His callused fingers dove into her panties, making her gasp again. Then he stroked her.

A whole-body shudder moved through her limbs. He did it again. Her next tremble was deeper. Bone deep and all consuming.

“I love how responsive you are,” he whispered.

“Only for you.”

He looked up at her. And there was something new in his gaze now. Something so intense she felt like a prisoner.

“I love you.” The words pulled from somewhere deep inside her, spilling into the world. But she didn’t regret them. They were probably the most honest words she’d ever spoken.

His eyes darkened, his hold on her waist tightening. “Really?”

“Really.” She cupped his cheek. “Somewhere along the way, I fell. I don’t know when, but I do know there’s no coming back.”

Raven loved him.The beautiful woman in his arms fuckingloved him. And he wanted to hear it again. He wanted to record it. Play it over and over until the words became a part of him.

“I love you too,” he whispered. He’d loved her for a while.

An immediate sheen of tears brimmed in her eyes. “Thank God.”

She lowered her head. One kiss. Two. On the third, he slid his tongue between her lips, and suddenly she was everywhere. Her taste. Her touch. Her feminine scent that filled his chest with each breath.

As he kissed her, he felt her working on the buckle of his jeans. Then the zipper being pushed down. It was only when shewrapped her fingers around his cock and pulled him out that he froze. Tensed so hard that every muscle felt ready to snap.

Her palm moved up and down, rolling over his tip before returning down to the base.

Fuck, she killed him.

Quickly, he reached for his wallet on the side table and pulled out a condom. She immediately took it from his fingers and tore it open with her teeth.

Shit, even that drove him wild.

He exhaled slowly, his hands finding the curve of her hips.

At first, her touch was soft, almost teasing as she rolled the condom over him. Then her stroke firmed, became more deliberate. He studied the small curve of her lips. The focus on her face.

She enjoyed tormenting him.

It took every ounce of self-restraint he possessed to remain exactly where he was. To stay still as she pushed the last inch of the rubber down.

Then, slowly, so slowly he swore he’d fucking die, she lifted herself up, pulled her panties to the side, and positioned him at her entrance. He was an inch in when she circled her hips. Her groan filled him like liquid fire.

“You’re killing me, Raven.”

She cupped his cheeks, tilting his face up to her. “You’re not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me.”

“Thank God.”

Then she lowered the rest of the way down so that he was buried deep inside her. Blood roared so loud in his ears it deafened him.