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He was somehow sexy as fuck with that tight ass of his and those abs that didn’t quit, and never mind that goddamn hair and the face—was there ever a face made for kissing more than Conor’s? I didn’t think so.
Yet, for all that, he was also the funniest guy I’d ever been with, someone who didn’t take himself seriously, who embraced his own quirks and celebrated mine.
It was impossible to stay where I was and not to move around the other side of the table. I plunked myself on his lap, knowing he wouldn’t argue, then I hooked my arm around his shoulder and pressed my forehead against his.
I felt his brows lift in reaction, but he just gripped my hips. “You’ll find that my knee is more comfortable than any chair that has ever been made.”
Wiggling my ass, I hummed. “What about La-Z-Boys?”
“Do they come with the orgasm option?”
“I doubt it.”
“I can get in all the nooks and crannies. It’s one of my top features.”
“I bet you can. But you don’t vibrate, do you?”
“No, but I’m working on something that does. Seriously, I’m better engineered than any armchair on the market.”
When I gave another wriggle of my hips, I felt the solid girth of his cock against my upper thigh and butt cheek. “What’s that big, thick, hard ridge there?”
“I don’t know. Might be a manufacturing defect.”
My head tipped back as I burst out laughing. “Stop! Seriously, stop.”
He smirked at me, seeming very self-satisfied at my amusement. It wasn’t the first time I’d seen that particular reaction out of him and the ‘why’ occurred to me—he liked to make me smile.
This man.
“How are you doing?”
I shrugged. “We have a lead so I’m okay. But it was an intense day.”
“It was,” he agreed. “Are you going to tell Katina that she had a cousin? Hell, an aunt and uncle too—there’s no reason to assume they’re dead.”
“She’s in a good place and I don’t want to wreck that. She might remember seeing his body or something.” I bit my lip. “But I think I’ll consult with a child therapist and get their take on things.”
“How will you explain something that never officially happened?”
“Would they look into it? They just need to know the details, surely?” Nerves fluttered to life in my belly and made it more imperative that I say: “Thank you, even though you hate flying, for taking two flights in a twenty-four-hour period. But more importantly, thank you for not letting me do this alone.”
His fingers squeezed me then they retreated to his pocket where he pulled something from within its confines. “I could say the same back to you—one is a hella lonely number.”
I stared at the Airheads and laughed. “Where do you keep getting these from? Are you really Willy Wonka?”
His eyes twinkled as I accepted the candy. “Sugar for when the world is too bitter for your tongue.”
“The implication being that your kiss isn’t sweet enough…?”
He liked hearing that. His grin was a delicious mixture of dopey and sheepish and cute, making it far sweeter than anything candy could offer.
“Do you know you’re very romantic?” I rasped when he remained silent, toying with the end of the wrapper.
“Nah.”
“You are.”
“I’m not.”
