Unlike the other men I’d been with, Connor had no problem making me climax. He’d certainly proved me wrong about sex in romance novels being a fantasy. But still…maybe last night had been a fluke. Further research was definitely necessary.
“Yes.” I turned when I heard a noise but saw nothing. “Look, I should probably get going…”
“But I want details!” she whined.
“I have to go… I have a feeling he’s going to be up soon.”
“Up for another round?” she chuckled, amused by her own cheesy joke.
“Probably. Though it would be round three of a marathon session in less than twelve hours.”
The long stretch of silence on the other end of the line amused me. Alyssa was never silent.
“Damn, girl. I’m totally jealous, but I hope you have fun!”
“Oh, I will.” I grinned, bringing my coffee mug to my lips to take a sip.
“Look at you, all confident. I like him already.”
So did I, and that was a problem because he was leaving in a few days.
“I’ve got to go,” I said, spying Connor in the kitchen. “I’ll see you on Monday.”
He walked outside not two seconds later, his chest and abs on full display. Damn him for looking so perfect after rolling out of bed. His gray eyes sparkled, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. His boxer briefs rode low on his waist, showcasing amazing abs and perfect V that led to his...
I gulped and pulled his button-down shirt a little closer, suddenly self-conscious in the harsh morning light. Why hadn’t I taken the time to look in the mirror? Swish a little toothpaste in my mouth? Dab on some lip gloss or even brush my hair?
“Good morning, beautiful.” He leaned down, pressing his lips to mine. His voice was gravelly, and he looked even sexier with a bit of scruff lining his angular jaw.
I cringed, hoping my breath didn’t taste awful. Maybe the coffee would cover any morning breath?
“Morning.” I smiled.
He sat on the chair next to me and pulled my feet into his lap. “Sleep well?”
I nodded as he started massaging my feet before working his way up to my calves. I leaned my head back against the chair, the sunlight warming my skin. His hands melted me like butter, and some of my earlier concerns vanished.
“Oh god.” I moaned. “That feels…so good.”
He chuckled, and the sound went straight to my core. I rubbed my legs together, seeking to ease the ache.
I opened my eyes, gasping as he slid his hand even higher, caressing my thigh and resting there a moment. In the distance, I saw one of my neighbors sunning in her backyard, her perfect body a reminder of everything I wasn’t.
“I, um—” I squirmed. “We should get ready.” I leaped out of my chair, seizing on the excuse. So much for my newfound confidence.
“Okay.” He furrowed his brows, and I wanted to smooth any worries away. “Sure.”
I went inside and closed the door to the bathroom. A glance in the mirror only confirmed my fears. My hair looked like a rat’s nest. His shirt barely covered my thighs. And still…he somehow seemed to think I was sexy. It made no sense.
Before I could strip out of his shirt, there was a knock on the door. “Olivia.”
“Yeah?” My voice sounded timid.
The door swung open. Connor stood in the opening, arms crossed over his chest. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Um…getting ready,” I squeaked, though it sounded more like a question.
“You sure? Because it feels like you’re avoiding me.” He stared me down. “And I want to know why?”
