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“Take care of her,” she says, momentarily looking stone-cold sober.
Just as quickly, she spins around, and with that, she and Kat disappear behind the door.
Hadley is asleep in the passenger seat of my Tesla within the few moments it takes me to get back to my car. Well, this isn’t how I pictured taking her home with me.
We pull up to my long driveway, and I punch in the gate code before entering the secured grounds. I pull the Tesla into the four-car garage, coming to a stop next to my Harley Indian Challenger RR. I love this bike. Maybe I should take Hadley for a ride sometime.
Whoa! Slow down there, Connor. Let’s focus on getting her in the house first.
Stepping out, I walk around the front of the Tesla to the passenger side, quietly opening the door and lifting Hadley intomy arms. She lets out a breathy moan, and the sound does nothing to ease the tension in my pants.
I make my way inside to the master bedroom. Gently laying her on the bed, I contemplate for several moments before deciding to put her in one of my t-shirts for the night. It shouldn’t make my heart flutter, caring for her in such an intimate way, having just met this woman. But the organ in my chest doesn’t care how long I’ve known Hadley; it only seems to care that she’s here in my arms. I don’t know that I’d stop the intense reaction my body has to her even if I could.
After peeling her skirt down her gorgeous thighs, I gently replace her sweater with one of my plain black t-shirts. I chuckle quietly to myself; the shirt hangs on her small frame like a dress. I tuck her under the covers and slip in on the other side of the bed. As soon as my body hits the mattress, it’s like an alarm goes off in her delicious body. She sits up and straddles me without saying a word. As she looks down at me, her lips twitch in a needy smile.
Fuck. Me.
I roll her onto her back, pinning her body to the bed. As I press my mouth to hers, my tongue licks along her bottom lip, gently asking for entrance. When she lets me in, my tongue caresses the warmth and softness of hers. I slide my fingers through her hair, grabbing a fistful at the base of her neck. With a gentle nip at her bottom lip, I slowly pull away, peppering kisses down her neck.
“Gorgeous, as much as I want you right now, I cannot take you this way. As soon as you are sober, we can revisit this, but for right now, I need you to sleep. I’m not going anywhere.”
She lets out a strangled moan, as if ready to argue, but I roll off her onto my side, pulling her against me. Caged in my arms, she feels fucking perfect.
This. This is where she belongs.
Chapter Eight
HADLEY
I wake to a solid wall of warmth against my back and a strong arm holding me tight to a hard chest. I stretch before I open my eyes when suddenly the events of last night flash through my mind like a horror movie.
Not only did my husband not answer the phone, but the man I’ve only gone on one date with came to my rescue. And like the horny drunk I tend to be, I basically dry humped the man in front of the club.
My eyes fly open at the memories, my pulse quickening as the memories of my drunken state assault me.
Flushed with embarrassment, I move to look back at Connor, only to notice his arms are completely covered in the most beautiful and intricate Celtic knot tattoos. My mouth waters at just the sight of his strong, toned arms. His biceps are the size of my thighs, and that thought sends an aching need directly to my core. I hear the moan escape before I can stop the breathy noise from passing through my lips. Connor squeezes me tighter against his chest, obviously having heard the lust-filled sound.
“Good morning, a thaisce.” His sleep-filled morning voice is gruff, making his accent even more prominent. It instantly turns my already-aching core into a molten mess.
“Good morning.” I pause for a moment, embarrassment and shyness creeping in. “Thank you for last night. I’m sorry if I took you away from anything.”
He growls into my neck. “You have nothing to apologize for. I’d be upset if you hadn’t called me and had tried to make your way home yourself.”
He rolls me onto my back, his morning wood pressing against my heat.
“How are you feeling?” he asks in a husky voice.
“I…” I choke as he presses harder, grinding against my already-drenched thong. “I feel better than I probably should,” I confess, pressing against him, seeking out the friction I so desperately need.
“You had me aching last night.” He smiles down at me, meeting me thrust for thrust.
His lips press against mine, urging me to open up to him, and his tongue begins a quick exploration of my mouth once again. Our tongues dance in a delicious tango that sends chills rushing through my body.
Fucking hell, I’m dry humping this silver fox all over again, and it’s not enough.
Panting between moans, I breathe out, “You have me aching right now, Connor.”
That’s all the invitation he needs to run a finger along the damp, thin satin material of my thong. I buck up against his soft touch, needing more. He chuckles into me, his tongue still exploring my mouth. Connor slowly moves away from my pussy to hook a finger under the thin fabric, holding the material against my body before slowly, achingly, peeling it away.
