Fire & Dark (The Night Horde SoCal Book 3) by Susan Fanetti Page B

Irish?” She picked up his crucifix with her other hand. “Irish Catholic?”
     
    “I guess so. My old man is Irish and Scottish—by way of Indiana. But he’s into his roots. Me, I just like the knots. And my old man.” He shook her hands off and pulled her close, pushing his erection into her belly. “Baby, you said you didn’t want to waste time. If we’re gonna play the get-to-know-you game, can we do it later? Because you standing here in nothing but that fine body is making it tough to think about who I am.”
     
    Taking his hands, she walked backward to the bed. When she bumped up against it, she dropped his hands and slid up onto the mattress, keeping eye contact as she did so.
     
    He followed right with her, easing up along her side, one hand sliding up her body as he settled next to her. “Fuck,” he murmured, clutching her thigh. “You are like nothing I’ve ever felt before.” He dipped his head and sucked a nipple between his teeth, and at the same time he slid a hand between her legs, groaning as his fingers moved slickly through her ready wet. He pushed a finger inside her, and when she moaned and rolled her hips toward that touch, he added another, pushing into her with some force.
     
    The way she liked. She spread her legs wide, encouraging him, and whispered, “Fuck yeah, come on.”
     
    Pulling his fingers out, he turned his attention to her clit, rolling and rubbing and pinching with his rough fingers until her nerves were frayed and on fire. All the while, he suckled her breasts, moving back and forth, his beard lightly abrading her skin. When she knew she was on the express to an orgasm and she’d thrown her arms back and grabbed her wrought-iron headboard in her hands, he released her nipple and lifted up to look down at her. She met his eyes, and at that moment, he slid his fingers back inside her and fucked her hard and fast— so hard and fast—with his hand.
     
    “Oh my fucking GOD !” she gasp-screamed, the sound practically inhuman even to her own distracted ears.
     
    “You like it hard, baby?” His eyes glittered with heat.
     
    “Yes, fuck yes,” she grunted. And then he went even harder. He took her right up to the point of pain, her favorite place to be, and when she came, she flailed and shook so hard that the headboard slammed into the wall over and over. As the orgasm finally crested and crashed, she curled into Connor, grabbing at him, biting down on his shoulder.
     
    When it was over, she had trouble making her body unclench. With that gravelly chuckle he had, Connor eased her off of him and back down to the bed. “You okay?”
     
    Before she could answer, there was a violent knocking on the wall, and Connor looked up at it, surprised.
     
    But Pilar laughed. “That’s Mrs. Lee. Our bedrooms share a wall. We probably woke her up.”
     
    He looked back down at her, his brow creased. “This isn’t a house?”
     
    “Duplex. She’s got the back half.”
     
    “Ah. Sorry, Mrs. Lee!” he yelled.
     
    She laughed and slapped his arm. “Stop!”
     
    “Well, it pays to be polite.” He licked the fingers of the hand he’d fucked her with. “Mmm. You taste great, Cordero.”
     
    She liked the sound of her last name in his voice even more than her first name. Damn. As hard as he’d just made her come, she was ready to go again. But when he moved downward, headed for a more complete taste, she grabbed his head. “No. I want cock.”
     
    Again with the sex chuckle. “You got it. Just need a condom.”
     
    She grabbed his arm before he could move off of her. “In that drawer right there.”
     
    Nodding, he reached over and opened her nightstand drawer. And his eyebrows went up.
     
    She wasn’t surprised; she knew what she was letting him see, and it hadn’t been a mistake to let him.
     
    He pulled the box of condoms out and peeled one off the strip. “Oh, baby. I think I want to see more of you. Because I’d like to root around in that