I lean against the door, catching my breath and I watch him reach up and start to unbutton his shirt.
“I thought we’re going to your house?” I frown at him.
“We are, hellion. I’m giving you my shirt to cover up, unless you want to walk out there like that.” He looks at my chest and I follow his gaze to see the bruises blooming along the globes of my breasts.
“Oh my god, Connor! This is ridiculous.”
Gently, he threads my arms through his shirt. It hangs on me like I’m a child. Connor slowly buttons it up, all the way, and then rolls the sleeves so my hands are free. He stands back with a self-satisfied look in his eyes.
I cross my arms, arching an eyebrow. “Are you happy now?”
“I warned you I won’t be responsible for my actions,” he said. “You didn’t want to listen and still got on that thing.”
I shift forward, sliding my hands over his t-shirt covered torso. Arching up, I place sucking kisses all over his neck.
“I bet you liked it, though,” I murmur. “Seeing me up there, riding that bull. It brought back a lot of memories, didn’t it?”
Growling, Connor lowers his mouth to mine. With one hand thrust into my hair, Connor tilts my head, giving him better access to my mouth. I part my lips, letting our tongues tangle and taste. He tastes like whiskey and bad decisions.
“We need to leave. Now, Scarlett.” When he uses my name like that, I know he means business. Considering we’re about to have sex in Cam’s office, this is serious business.
“Can you get my sisters please? I don’t want to go out there,” I say. The insanity which made me bold enough to ride that bull has left and I’m suddenly acutely aware that the people out there probably think we fucked it out in here.
Connor frowns. “I don’t want to leave you in here.”
“There’s no one here to harm me.”
He still looks unsure, and it occurs to me that he probably thinks if he leaves me alone, the fog of lust will lift, and I’ll change my mind about leaving with him. It’s a definite possibility. But I fought this thing for all of seven days before losing my mind over him. Again. I have no impulse control when it comes to him.
“Connie, don’t take this the wrong way, but you’ll have to beg for my forgiveness before we even get to the sex. I just don’t want to do it here.” I wave a hand around the small office.
“There’s a possibility you won’t forgive me?” Connor assess me with those gorgeous, dark eyes.
“There’s a possibility, Connor. You just have to risk it.”
“It’s a good thing I like risks, then.”
With a kiss on my head, he tells me to wait and disappears out the door. I take my first deep breath since I saw him, and I’m assaulted by his scent. There’s a mirror hanging on the wall next to me and I turn to look at my reflection. My hair is a mess, my lips are puffy and bruised, cheeks flushed, eyes wild.
“You should change your mind,” I tell my reflection. “Why do you want to leave with a man who broke your heart once and can do it again?”
The door opens again before I can make up my mind either way and my sisters, Mia, and Julia enter the office.
“What is going on?” Sienna demands.
“I think I’m leaving with Connor.”
“You think?” Sadie asks.
“You’re here for seven days and you hook up with Connor Hayes?” Julia wonders. I’m startled for a second that she knows him before I remember that Connor used to play for the Toronto Knights. Of course, Julia knows him, she’s a hockey fan.
“I’ll tell you the history later,” Sienna says, before turning to me. “Are you sure about this?”
“I mean, I know I want to have sex with him, but I’m not sure about anything else. Am I being crazy? You’ll tell me if I was, right?”
“From the older sister POV, I saw the aftermath of him leaving you and now that I know it was him, it doesn’t endear him to us,” Sienna says. “But if you’re sure then we’re okay with it.”
“I’m not ready to forgive him. I just want to have sex with him.”
