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more animosity than he should, but made sure to be as gentle as possible as he dabbed at the wound.

They once again lapsed into silence as he worked, air tense with unspoken anger as Connor struggled for something to say. He finished cleaning the wound and wrapped it firmly in bandages, suppressing the urge to press a kiss to her shoulder.

He had always been good with his words, but there was something about Brooke that made him hot-headed and tongue-tied every time he tried to say anything meaningful.

So, he settled for a joke. “Where would you be without me?” He watched Brooke hopefully for her response. Nothing. Connor sighed. “Look, I don’t know what happened downstairs, but I’m here for you if you ever want to talk, or-”

“God, you’re so stupid.”

It was only a murmur but it sent anger flaring through him and Connor twisted her round by the shoulder, immediately wincing in regret as she curled up in pain.

“What the fuck is going on Brooke? Because I can’t remember a goddamn thing I’ve done to make you hate me this much!”

“You can’t think of a goddamn thing?” Her voice rose and she jumped to her feet, whirling on him. “Well that just shows what an asshole you really are, huh? You waltz around here thinking that just because you own the place and you never have to worry about anything that you’re God’s fucking gift to the world!” She jabbed him in the chest with almost every word, eyes burning.

Connor stood up, a low growl rumbling from his chest up his throat, but Brooke didn’t seem to care. Her finger jabbed his chest again and he stepped closer, crowding into her space as she yelled.

Fuck he was hard. This was the closest they’d ever been and she smelled so good. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly and Connor’s attention was drawn to the movement. She hadn’t picked up her sweater; there was only a thin layer of lace between him and her bare breasts.

“You have everything you could ever want-”

“What I want is you,” he said and pulled her in sharply for a kiss. Brooke growled low in her throat, he could feel it as he reached up to cup her jaw, and he thought for a terrible moment that she was going to push him away. Then she kissed him back, all but launching herself at him as she licked the seam of his lips with her tongue.

Connor groaned. It wasn’t how he’d imagined their first kiss; Brooke was still angry, and there was a bite to her kisses, a hunger that made Connor achingly hard. He felt like laughing, of course this is how it would go, and he wanted more.

He bit softly at her full lower lip and was rewarded with a high breathy whimper that went straight to his cock. Her hands found their way into his hair and pulled. Hard.

Connor broke the kiss as Brooke angled his head back, baring his neck. His bear snarled at the submissive position but Connor found himself leaning into the sensation, watching those eyes as they devoured him.

“Fuck,” he breathed. Brooke’s gaze shot from his mouth to his eyes and they stared at each other for a long moment. She was magnetic, eyes half lidded and mouth swollen and red. Warmth coiled in Connor’s belly. He arched, pressing his growing erection into her thigh and grinned in satisfaction when her breath hitched.

“Fuck me,” she said. His dick twitched but Connor hesitated, still not fighting her grip despite being suddenly unsure.

“Your arm-”

“Goddamnit, Strauss, I don’t care about my fucking arm!”

It was probably meant to sound menacing but Connor could hear the desperation in her voice and grinned. He knocked her hand from his hair and scooped her up in his arms, pressing another hungry kiss to her lips.

He walked them towards the bed, dropping her down onto the sheets and crawling over her, only pausing to rip open his shirt, sending buttons flying in all directions. Brooke groaned underneath him as he settled between her thighs, running his hands up and down her bare legs.

“Tell me what you want, Brooke,” he rasped, reaching for the hem of her skirt and dragging it purposely up her legs. Please, let me take care of you. Brooke writhed beneath him, head thrown back against the sheets as she bucked up into the teasing touches. Satisfaction coiled in Connor’s belly, a dark voice he usually kept locked away in the recesses of