and Connor frowned at me. “Jenny?”
“I may have noted all of those days, as well. I always made sure to brew extra coffee.”
“Quite the pair.”
I looked at him. “Quite.”
The air around us grew warm, and Connor’s gaze darkened as his hand squeezed mine. “I want to kiss you again. Will you let me?”
“Please,” I breathed.
He pulled me toward him slowly, his eyes never leaving my face. He wrapped his hands around the back of my neck, burying them in my hair as his lips descended on mine. I had thought kissing Connor while drunk was good; nothing prepared me for the burst of heat that hit me while kissing him sober. Every sense in my body ignited. I whimpered as he pushed his tongue in, licking and exploring, his flavor filling my senses and my head. I couldn’t get enough of him—his taste, his scent, his strength—as he held me against his hard body. I gripped his shoulders with my hands, as he tilted my head, controlling the kiss completely. I lost myself to him and the passion he brought out in me. It was only when he pulled back, I realized I was straddling his lap and we were both panting and flushed.
“God, you’re amazing,” Connor whispered. He traced his thumb over my bottom lip, his gaze hooded with desire.
Teasingly, I drew his thumb into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tough skin, with my teeth nipping at the thick end. A strangled groan escaped Connor’s lips as he stared at me, his eyes burning. I lowered my gaze, my eyes widening when I took in his growing bulge, his pants straining at the zipper. He pulled his thumb out of my mouth, crashing his lips to mine as he grabbed my hips, pulling me down on top of his erection, thrusting upward. We both groaned at the intense sensation as we rocked together, our lips fused, and our bodies locked in a rhythmic dance. My body was on overload, and I shuddered as long rolls of pleasure ran through me. I had never felt anything like it. My head fell back as I gasped for air, and Connor’s lips nipped and licked at my neck.
“Tell me to stop, Wren,” he murmured in my ear. “Tell me to stop, or I won’t be able to… God…Jenny.”
I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted him to come apart, and I wanted to see it happen. I sped up my movements, undulating over him and moaning his name. He pressed me down, pushing right where I needed him the most.
He spoke in a gruff voice. “Baby…I can’t… You need to…” He then stilled, throwing his head back as he shuddered and cursed. I fell with him, my orgasm tearing through me. I watched him, my body locking down as I gasped his name. I was unable to tear my eyes away from his face as he climaxed.
Fuck, he was pretty when he came. I smiled. I did that to him. I made him pretty.
I fell forward, nestled against his torso, spent and exhausted. He pulled me to cuddle against his body, his chin resting on my shoulder as we slowly recovered.
“You’re staying the night.”
I smiled against his chest. It wasn’t a request. I wanted to stay, but I still couldn’t resist teasing him.
“I am? You’re still holding my keys?”
“And your clothes and shoes.” He growled into my neck.
“I guess I have no choice, then.”
He groaned and stood, taking me with him. He strode down the hall, laying me on his bed. He hovered over me, his face close to mine. “I’m going to have a shower. You’re staying here. Unless, of course, you want to join me.”
I shook my head. I wasn’t quite ready for that yet.
“Then you’ll be here when I get back.”
I nodded, my eyes drifting down to the front of his pants. I bit my lip as I looked back up. Connor smirked at me.
“Proud of yourself, Jenny? You made me come in my pants. I haven’t done that since I was a teenager.”
I tried to suppress my smile but failed.
Grinning, he leaned down and kissed me hard. “Smile away. You did it.” He stood and walked to the dresser, grabbing a pair of sleep shorts before he paused and turned around. “But, Jenny?”
“Yes?”
“I am not pretty. Guys are never pretty when they come. We’re sexy, hot, devastatingly handsome, but not pretty.” Winking, he strode into the bathroom.
I grumbled as I rolled over. Inner monologue. I needed