Aspen could have been holding a winning lottery ticket and wouldn’t have moved from her spot on the couch in this moment.She knew Connor was seconds from kissing her, and she was ready.
“What do you say we make this next puzzle a little more interesting?”Connor’s husky voice slid over her like a warm, sexy caress.
“What do you have in mind?”
“Winner gets to decide.”
“Kind of like the other night?I don’t have any plates to clear,” a seductive smile tilted her lips.
“Doesn’t matter what you decide, BB,” Connor scooched closer to Aspen, their noses nearly touched.“It could be to throw back shots or walk to mail a letter to the Justin Bieber Fan Club.”
“You wanna send a note to the Biebs?”
“When I win, you’ll find out,” Connor boasted and gently rubbed his nose against hers before returning to watch the television.“The puzzle is ‘A Saying.’Game on, BB.”
As the contestants continued to spin the wheel and guess letters, Aspen worked to sound out the puzzle as well.
“I-I-I’ve been working on the railroad.”
“Not even close, BB,” Wolfe shot back.
“Ok, Captain Confidence.There’s only a few letters on the board and you already know?”
Connor slung his arm around Aspen’s shoulders and pulled her close while settling them against the back of the couch.It was such a simple, homey gesture, but one that sent a zing of want directly to Aspen’s core.
“First, your attempt at a solve doesn’t have enough letters in the puzzle.Second, the puzzle answer is, ‘I’ve got a good feeling about this.”
“I’d like to solve, Pat,” the excited contestant called out gleefully.“I’ve.Got.A.Good.Feeling.About.This.”
“Seriously, BB?Working on the railroad?What the hell?”
Annoyed at once again getting beat by Wolfe in the game show, Aspen elbowed his side.“You solve puzzles your way; I’ll solve them mine.”
“Except mine is the winning way.”
“You’re just lucky.”
In an instant, Aspen was lifted from her upright position on the sofa to being splayed across the cushions with Connor atop her and nestled between her legs.
“Damn right, I’m lucky,” Connor pushed a coppery curl away from her forehead.
“Is this your prize?”Aspen giggled.“No late-night post office run to mail your perfume-covered-fan-letter to Justin in Canada?”
“BB, little do you know.The Biebs and his wife call Beverly Hills home,” Connor said, while winding his finger around a curl of her hair he’d just pushed off her face.“And now it’s time for me to collect my prize.”
“What’s that?”
“This.”
Connor began the slow dissent to her lips, holding her gaze the entire way.Even before he made contact, Aspen felt the weightlessness of arousal his mere presence generated within her body.And when he brushed his lips against hers, there was enough energy in the connection to launch her to the heavens.
He moved agonizingly slow, learning the curve of her lips, already swelling from his gentle, yet persistent, teasing assault.
Eager for more, Aspen arched her back, melding herself to his broad chest and snaking her legs around his lower back to draw his jean-covered thick erection against her needy center.
Connor ground his cock against her core, causing Aspen to let loose a wild moan.He took advantage of her wanton plea and slid his tongue inside her waiting mouth to deepen their kiss.
He shifted his head to change the angle of the kiss as he drew his hand under her shirt, up her torso and across her lace-covered breast.