Chapter Forty-Two

Chapter Forty-Two
Aurora’s POV

Janice stood awkwardly at the door before turning to me.

“I shouldn’t have been rude earlier,” she said, her voice low. “I let the headlines get to me. I’m just looking out for my big brother.”

I blinked in surprise at her words. I hadn’t expected an apology from her, at least not this soon.

“Thank you,” I said simply, because I was sincerely lost for words.

She gave a small nod before walking out, leaving me standing in the hallway with Conan behind me.

What a night this has been, I thought in my head as I headed up to my room.

I thought Conan was going to head back to his office, but as I got closer to the room, I heard his footsteps behind me.

I paused, turning to face him. “Is there anything you need?” I asked in annoyance.

I was definitely done playing this odd push and pull game with him.

“Yes,” he said, cautiously clearly sensing my irritation. “We need to talk.”

I rolled my eyes. What was there to talk about? But I was going to allow him to spit out his bullshit so I can sleep. I have a long day tomorrow.

I opened the door and stepped aside for him to pass by me.

I caught a whiff of his cologne as he brushed past me. He smelled of something close to a woody scent. It made me dizzy for a minute.

I shook my head to eradicate all the filthy thoughts that just crossed my mind.

I’m here to stand my grand not melt at one sniff of his perfume.

I closed the door behind me, leaning against it as some form of stability.

“Have you noticed anything strange lately?” He asked.

My brows pulled together. “Like what, is there something strange in the house?”

“No. Have you received strange messages or felt like you were being watched?”

My heart raced. Did my stalker send him anything?

I contemplated telling him about the text and pictures but telling him about it was the same as outing myself.

I swallowed hard. “No… no, I’ve not received anything? Did you send me something?”

He exhaled through his nose as if relieved. If only he knew…

“I had a feeling someone has been following you around. It is unusual for paparazzi to be around that cafe you were at.”

My eyebrows shot up. “You looked into it?”

“Of course. I need you to be safe at all times.”

“Does that mean you don’t believe them?”

He rubbed his hand over his face. “Do you think I’m stupid? There was no way you would do something like that in public. Did I make you feel like I believed the news?”

I swallowed, suddenly lost for words. “With the way everything that has happened this past week. I didn’t know what to think.”

He stepped closer to me, his hard body invading my space.

The door that felt like support suddenly felt like a trap.

There was nowhere for me to run to as his scent filled my senses.

“I’m sorry, Aurora,” his voice low, his eyes blazing with the promise of something dark.

“What are we doing, Conan?” I asked, my voice trembling.

“We are doing anything you want us to do,” his voice was low and seductive.

My breath caught as his thumb brushed my bottom lip.

“Conan—” I whispered, but he didn’t let me finish.

His lips slanted against mine, hungry and demanding.

He was the sailor and I would gladly let him guide me.

My body responded to his instantly, like they were old friends.

My hands gripped his shirt as his hand roamed my exposed back, pulling my flush against him.

I gasped when his lips moved to my neck, hot and insistent.

I pulled back slightly. “Conan, wait.”

His hands paused on his exploits, pulling back. We were both breathing heavily and my stomach flipped at the raw desire on his face.

“We can’t do this and you go back to ignoring me.”

“You cannot be ignored, Aurora. You take up all the space in my mind. You have no idea how much you tug at my restraints.” He whispered, his voice raw with longing.

“Why do you have those restraints in place?”

“Because I’m afraid you don’t want me the way I want you.”

I leaned up, my hands on his shoulder. “Show me how much you want me, Conan,” I whispered in his ear.

He didn’t need to be told twice. In one swift movement his mouth was on mine again.

His hands roamed down my body as our tongues danced around each other.

I moaned in his mouth as his hands grabbed my ass tightly, pulling me flush against his bulging erection.

He lifted me up against the door, my legs wrapping around his waist tightly. His onslaught on my lips didn’t stop till he reached the bed.

He pulled back, dropping me on the bed. I turned to my back for him to untie my sundress.

His hands roamed my back, grabbing at my ass before, slowly pulling on the toes holding my dress together.

One moment I was fully clothed, the next I was half naked in my white lacy panties with nothing covering my chest.

I pained groan escaped his lips as he stared at my breast.

“God, Aurora. You are gorgeous.”

The way he looked at me made my skin heat up like I was lit on fire.

“Why are you still clothed?”

I said suddenly feeling self conscious.

“Tonight’s not about me. I want to pleasure your body in different ways known to man.” His eyes darkened at his own words.

My cheeks couldn’t be redder than at this moment. He pulled off his white shirt, remaining in his dress pants. His sleeve tattoo was visible for the first time.

I did have more time to dwell on it because he was already kissing my neck, eliciting an embarrassing moan from my lips.

His lips fell back on mine as his hands grabbed on my breast.

He rolled one nipple between his fingers, causing me to arc my back off the bed.

“God, Conan,” I moaned in pleasure.

His sweet torture didn’t end as he kissed his way down my body.

His lips kissed my thigh before slowly inching up.

Each kiss was more seductive than the next.

Just as I could feel his breath on my pussy he pulled back.

“Is this, okay?” He asked, his eyes dark with lust.

I could only nod in response before his hands slowly dragged my panties down.

His breath hitched as he stared at my pussy like it was one of the seven wonders of the earth.

I squirmed and tried to move away.

“Don’t hide yourself from me, Aurora.” His voice, hoarse.

I buried my face in the pillow in embarrassment.

His finger slowly traced between my slit, a shiver running down my spine. “You’re so wet.”

He leaned down and ran tongue up my lips.

He hummed in satisfaction before turning my pussy into a kissing booth.

I writhed and squirmed on the bed. I had a tough time deciding whether I wanted to move closer or move away, his firm hands on my thighs didn’t leave a chance for the second option.

My back arched off the bed as his finger slipped inside me. His tongue lapped at my clit relentlessly, making me forget his name for a second.

A came in a matter of minutes my chest heaving with each heavy breath.

He didn’t stop until I was shaking, and begging him to stop.

He came up with the smuggest grin ever known to man, his face that if one who had just won the lottery.

I slumped on the bed in exhaustion.

He pulled off his dress pants and slid in bed next to me pulling the covers over us.

“What about you?” I whispered, in pure exhaustion.

He only pulled me closer. “I told you tonight’s is all about you. Now let’s go to bed.”

“But—” I started to argue.

“Goodnight, Aurora.” He cut me off gently, kissing me on my forehead.

I moved closer to him, this was going to be the best sleep in a long time.