“Good kitty.” I kicked the door closed behind me. I didn’t want any interruptions. “Now it’s time to make another pussy purr.”
Olivia’s laughter was muffled by my back. “Oh my god. You did not just say that.”
“What?”
I tossed her gently on the bed, ready to make good on my promise. But when I saw her lying on her back, hair fanned out against the pale pink comforter, all I could think about was how badly I needed her. I pressed against my dick, aching to be inside her, aching for release.
She propped herself up on her elbows. “Connor.” She bit her lip. “Is something wrong?”
“No, baby.” I crawled up the bed, up over her body.
“Fuck, you’re sexy,” I rasped, placing kisses all along her bare skin. “I’ve been thinking about this—about you—for months.”
“Really?”
Shit. I hadn’t meant to admit that. But this woman did funny things to my brain. Funny things to my heart. Like make me want things I couldn’t have. But when she arched her hips, grinding against me, thoughts of anything else fled my mind. Because all I could think was—need. Ineededthis woman.
“I want to see you,” I said between kisses. “All of you.”
She sucked her lower lip into her mouth, just like I wanted her to suck my cock, and I groaned. This woman was going to be my undoing.
Chapter Eleven
Olivia
My phone buzzed on the nightstand. Behind me, Connor shifted, the warmth of his body, his scent, permeating the sheets. I wanted to ignore my phone, ignore everything but him, and I would’ve, if not for the notification of ten missed calls. I blinked, trying to clear the sleep from my eyes as I peered at the display. Alyssa’s face flashed on the screen as it continued to vibrate in my hand. I cringed and glanced over my shoulder to make sure Connor was still sleeping.
He was facing me, but his eyes were closed, his breathing even. I’d still be sleeping too, were it not for Alyssa’s call. But I had a feeling she’d come over soon if I didn’t answer. Or worse—ask my dad to stop by. Just what I didn’t need. My dad showing up to find Connor and me in bed.
I slipped out of bed as quietly as possible and pressed the button to connect the call. “Just a sec,” I whispered, grabbing Connor’s shirt from the floor and slipping it around me.
“Oh my god. Is he still there?” She squealed. “Get it, girl!”
I squeezed my eyes shut. It was too early. I needed coffee.
“Shh,” I hissed, glancing over my shoulder as I pulled the door closed. Even though all I wanted to do was crawl back in bed with him. Despite the insane amount of sex we’d had last night, it only made me crave him even more.
I pinched the bridge of my nose, desperate for caffeine. “Will you keep it down please?” I whispered, padding across the floor toward the kitchen.
“Can you talk now? I’m dying here!”
“You’re always so dramatic.” I pushed my hair out of my face.
“I take it your date went well?”
I headed out to my back patio once my coffee was finished. “Yes,” I said, no longer whispering. “Okay, I can talk for a minute or two.”
“Nuh-uh. I need more than a minute. What’s he like? Is he what you expected? How was the sex?” Her questions were rapid-fire, and I struggled to keep up after my late night.
“He’s…” I smiled, glancing out at the palm trees. “Amazing.”
“The sex too?” she asked.
I sighed, thinking of the things we’d done. Him on top, me beneath him, his lips, his hands all over my skin as he made love to me. Because it certainly felt like making love.
But I was getting ahead of myself. This was temporary. Fun. A fling. Nothing more.
“That good, huh?” I could hear the smile in her voice. I would’ve been annoyed by her smug tone were I not floating on a high of orgasms.
