of opportunity. Why haven’t you had sex?”
“Because I’m…”
She was suddenly ashamed to tell him the truth, but he made a low curse under his breath and released her chin. “You’re saving yourself for Daniel.”
She didn’t reply and he gave her a dark look of disapproval. “Daniel hasn’t done the same for you. You can’t possibly be that naïve to think he has.”
“I know that,” she snapped. “I just – it’s special to me, okay? I want him to have it.”
He shook his head in disgust. “He doesn’t deserve it, Kira.”
She glared at him. “Yes, he does.”
“No, he doesn’t.”
“Let’s agree to disagree.” The exasperation was clear in her voice. “Can we just, uh, do some more kissing? We’ve still got some time.”
He grabbed his t-shirt. “No. I need to go.”
“Why are you angry with me?” she said. “This is fake, remember? We’re only doing this so that we look like we’re dating. What do you care if I’m a virgin or not?”
He just shook his head again before walking away. “I have to go.”
He left the kitchen and she stared blankly at her still-hard nipples. She was angry as hell at Connor for making her feel like an idiot, but she was also, stupidly, still incredibly horny. It was only quarter after eight and she’d apparently grown used to at least half an hour of kissing. What the hell had Connor done to her?
Before she could button her shirt or hop down from the counter, Connor strode back into the kitchen. He was still shirtless, and her eyes widened when dropped his shirt to the counter and his big hands grasped her thighs through her dress pants. He pushed her legs apart and crowded up against her until his crotch was snug against hers.
“Connor, what -”?
He kissed her, devouring her mouth with hard licks and nips. She moaned and returned his kisses enthusiastically. He cupped her right breast with one large hand and kneaded it roughly.
She had no idea why he’d returned, and she didn’t care. It felt so good to kiss him, even if she could feel his anger with her through his kisses. She dug her nails into his back, wrapping her legs around his waist again and rocking her pussy against him. If he tried to undo her bra, she would let him this time. Her nipples were aching and throbbing in a way she’d never felt before, and she knew instinctively that letting him suck on them would help ease the ache.
“Kira? Hey, Kira?”
The front door slammed, and she tried to pull away. Connor made a low growl of disapproval and tightened his grip on her. He kissed her deeply, stealing both her breath and her instinct to stop.
“Kira? Can I borrow your phone charger? My phone died at the gym and I …”
She heard Daniel make a loud grunt of surprise. Connor pulled his mouth from hers and stared over his shoulder. “Can I help you?”
“What the hell is going on?” Daniel stared wide-eyed at them.
For the first time in her life, Kira felt a thin thread of irritation toward Daniel. If he hadn’t interrupted, Connor would be sucking on her nipples right now and –
“Kira? Are you okay?” Daniel was giving her a look of alarm.
She made herself concentrate on Daniel. He was standing in the doorway of the kitchen, his phone in one hand.
“I’m fine,” she said. “Connor and I are, uh….”
Shit. What did she say? They weren’t supposed to be dating for another couple of weeks.
“You’re what?” Daniel’s face was a mask of confusion.
“We’re dating,” Connor said.
Daniel’s gaze flickered to Connor and then back to her. “You’re dating the doc?”
“Yes,” Kira said.
“Since when?”
“A few weeks now. We’ve been keeping it quiet,” Connor said smoothly.
He was blocking Daniel’s view of her upper body and he dropped his gaze to her breasts for a moment before raising one eyebrow at her. She blushed and scrambled to button her shirt. When she was fully covered, he lifted her down from the counter before pulling his shirt over his head.
“The two of you are dating.” Daniel repeated as he drifted toward them.
Kira nodded, searching his face for any signs of jealousy. If he was jealous, it was effectively hidden by surprise and confusion.
“How did you two meet?” Daniel said.
“I’m her dentist.”
“Isn’t that like, illegal, to date your patients?” Daniel asked.
Before Connor could reply, the front door opened again, and she heard the tell-tale tap of dog nails on the hardwood. She immediately braced herself against the counter,