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I quickly say my goodbyes to the girls and sprint to the door, taking a deep, steadying breath before placing my hand on the knob. I pull the door open to see Connor standing there, looking as breathtakingly handsome as ever. I inhale, welcoming his familiar smell of sandalwood and lavender. He’s holding two to-go cups from Mud House. His eyes light up when my gaze meets him.
“Mo ghrà.”My love.
The first words he’s said to me in over a month, and oh, how I’ve missed hearing them. How I needed them while I was stuck in the hell that Andy had created.My love.
His love.
Chapter Thirty-Two
CONNOR
The sight of her nearly knocks me off my feet. When I got her message, I nearly ran out of the shop before Kayleigh yelled at me to take her a coffee too. How that woman remembers her order having only met her once is amazing to me. I’m not convinced she doesn’t have superpowers.
“Hi,” Hadley says shyly as she steps aside to allow me in.
I walk past her and take in the sparsely-furnished apartment. She doesn’t say anything for a moment, and after setting the cups on the makeshift coffee table she has, I pull her to the place she has always belonged: my arms.
“I have missed you so much, mo ghrá.” I breathe in her citrusy cinnamon scent.
“I’m so sorry, Connor. I didn’t know he attacked you too. I just felt like I needed to heal before you saw me again. It was so bad. Not just him, but what I did too. I’m so sorry. I never meant to hurt you,” she rushes out, rambling a mile a minute.
“What do you mean, what you did? Kat and Ryan told me that you were hurt, but they wouldn’t tell me anything else orwhere you were so I could check on you.” I raise a brow at her as I pull away to look at her face.
“I feel like I need to preface this with how desperate I was to end the pain he was inflicting. I felt like I had ruined everything with us, and when he told me about your dinner…I don’t know. I don’t know what I was thinking. It became too much. When he left me on the floor and I came to, barely able to breathe, I just wanted the hurt to go away. I wanted to end it all.”
It takes me a moment to fully grasp the weight of her confession. Before I can say anything in response, she’s gingerly rolling up her sleeves to show angry red lines up her wrists.
“Oh, mo stór. No.” A tear rolls down my cheek. “Are you okay?”
“I am. Well, as okay as I can be. I’ve been in therapy since. I even went to the house to face what happened, but I’m going to be okay. There is a lot of trauma that he caused, and it’s not going to resolve overnight, but I’m getting there.” She pauses, as if searching for the words. “I needed to make sure I was in a good place before I reached out to you. I didn’t want to put my heaviness and trauma on you. It wouldn’t have been fair.”
I just stare at her. “Hadley, I love you. Nothing about being away from you for these past weeks has been fair. I just want you. That’s all I’ve wanted since this started.”
Her eyes turn glassy with unshed tears as she takes a deep breath. On her exhale, she says, “Táim i ngrá leat.”
My eyes don’t leave hers for several seconds before I pull her against my chest, my hand tangling in her hair and my lips crashing against hers. She opens to me instinctively, allowing me in. Our tongues tangle in a sensual dance; I pour all of the emotions of the last six weeks into that kiss. All the heartache, the days of wondering if she was okay. I lift her so she’s straddling my lap. The closeness of her body has my skinburning with need. I pull back for a moment, gazing into her eyes again.
“Say it again, mo ghrá,” I pant.
“Táim i ngrá leat.” She says it so quietly, and it’s as if she’s breathing life back into my soul.
“Fuck, I love you, Hadley.”
I lift her off me, and in one fluid motion she’s on her back looking up at me. She squeals at the sudden movement. I give her a devilish smirk as I climb up her body. I press my lips against hers again as I pull down the zipper of her sweatshirt, revealing a tight blue tank top. I stare into her beautiful, soulful eyes as I push the long-sleeved shirt off her shoulders and help her take her arms out without having to sit up.
“Connor,” she breathes into me, tangling her fingers into my hair as she pulls me back down to her, our lips finding each other in another fervorous kiss.
The passion her kiss ignites in me has my cock throbbing against the seams of my trousers.
I slide my hand under the tight tank top, pulling it up as I caress her soft skin. I roll a nipple between my thumb and forefinger, working it to a hardened peak. Her soft moans and whimpers send a heatwave straight to my already-stiff cock as I press soft kisses from her lips down to her neck, traveling to her chest, pulling a nipple into my mouth and lightly grazing it with my teeth.
I move inch by inch until I get to her arms, but when I reach her wrists, she tries to pull away. I raise a brow at her, daring her to try to argue with me. Her breath catches as I lower my mouth to her scars, pressing wet kisses against each wrist. I look up into her eyes to see tears streaking her face.
“Beautiful, nothing you could do would push me away,” I say before continuing my way down her body.
I have so much time to make up for when it comes to worshiping her stunning, soft frame. I slide my hands down her sides, hooking my fingers into the top of her pants and tugging her jeans down her legs. Exposing her thick thighs, I press a soft kiss to her thong-covered pussy, inhaling the scent I’ve been longing for weeks for. Her breath catches as I glide my tongue along her center.
“Connor, baby, please. Fuck me,” she moans. “It’s been too long. I need to feel you inside me.”
