Page 90 of Connor's Claim
Breathless, I stared down in wonder.
My whole body was infused with the same energy. My skin tingled under the lingerie and the silky dressing gown I’d recovered from the first night I’d come here. I’d taken time to style my hair and put on makeup, choosing a sexy pair of the heels Connor had brought for me.
I didn’t have the figure of the women who’d be running for their lives tonight, but in my own way, I was just as attractive.
The door snicked open across the apartment behind me, but I didn’t look around. Instead, I let my senses pick up on Connor prowling over the darkened space. I’d left the lights off, aside from the three pendant spotlights that hung over the tall kitchen counter.
“Take it off.” Connor drew a fingertip along my bra strap, over the pale dressing gown.
Ah, the half-naked thing.
“Don’t we need to be downstairs?” I asked.
“Off.”
His fingers twisted into my dressing gown collar, and he lightly tugged it backwards, pulling it free from my arms so it fluttered to the floor. I unclipped my bra, still facing the window when my breasts fell free, and my cheeks heated at how I was now flashing the world, even if only in silhouette. I’d already felt bold in my outfit, but now, every one of my senses was overwhelmed.
A kiss landed on my bare shoulder, then Connor’s strong arms rounded me, and he took two handfuls of my heavy breasts. From feel alone, I knew he’d stripped his shirt.
My pulse sped, and I closed my eyes and tipped my head back, loving how he touched me and the gruff sounds he made as the kiss turned into a bite and his caress into a possessive squeeze.
But the spine-tingling moment was short-lived. He released me to encase my fingers in his, then we were moving towards the door.
Panic shot through me, and I stalled, digging my heels into the floor. “Wait. My clothes.”
Connor didn’t stop, his movement propelling mine so I had no choice but to totter after him into the hall in only my shoes and knickers.
I gripped his wrist, and my voice came out in a squeak. “I’m naked. I can’t go downstairs like this. People will see.”
“What are ye worried about?”
He closed the door. I spun around and pushed it.Locked.
Connor clamped his hand over the code entry box.
“What if we run into someone I know? I can’t. Please.”
He was unrepentant. “Let them stare.”
“My father comes here. His colleagues.”
“Your father has not been permitted access tonight, nor any of the councillors. Is that better?”
A tiny degree of my dread eased, but it wasn’t enough. “No.”
He backed me to the lift. Pressed the button. In just his jeans, with the button popped open, he had so much ink work on display, and he was so beautiful. So well made that against him, I was ridiculous.
“Tough. You’re a goddess, Everly. Everyone should know.”
Tears sprang into my eyes, and my heart beat loud in my ears. “Please, Connor.”
The lift arrived, and he guided me inside. Centred his gaze on me. “Tonight, even more than usual, the building only exists for sex. It’s all everyone here wants and is looking for. Nobody is here who won’t fuck or be fucked. Your lush body should be admired, and your tits will bring men to their knees. They’ll dream of your curves for years to come. Ye should walk tall. But, if it’s anonymity ye want, hold up.”
From his back pocket, he revealed a skeleton bandanna, then he tied it around my face to hide the lower half.
Instant relief flooded me. One tiny change had made a world of difference. I gazed at myself in the mirrored wall. It wasn’t that the tiny piece of cloth concealing my features had any power to truly hide my identity, but more that it deflected focus from my face downwards. No one would look at me, not as a person. They’d ogle my breasts. My ass.
They’d see Connor’s strong, tattooed form and imagine him owning mine.