Connor’s POV
I tease the seam of her jeans with my tongue, feeling her squirm underneath me but like the good girl she is, she keeps her hands above her head and doesn’t make a sound.
Sinking my teeth into the denim, I tug harshly, forcing the button holding her pants shut to spring free. Releasing the fabric, I grab the zipper between my lips and pull it down, slowly, inhaling the intoxicating scent of my woman’s skin as my nose trails down her exposed flesh.
Letting go, I pull back slightly, taking in the view of my Angel spread out in front of me, her chest heaving as she fights to stay still, stay silent, not reach for me like I know she wants to. I can read her body like a memorised book, every flinch, every shiver . . I know what she craves, what drives her wild and all I want is
