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But the way Connor had more-or-less charged into my apartment and caged me against the couch had been unreasonably sexy. Even when he’d thrown the clear polish I’d used on his soap across the room, I couldn’t help but notice how he’d looked in those pajama pants. Just loose enough to leave some things to the imagination and hanging so low that I’d had a to-die-for view of the muscles low on his torso.
Even in his anger, and with the way he’d bitten out each word, I’d been completely lost to everything that was Connor Green.
His intensity had filled my entire apartment in a way I’d never experienced from him or anyone, and I would’ve given anything to experience it again.
But despite all that, I hated the way he’d belittled me.
I wasn’t sure if it was part of this new Connor or if he’d just been trying to hurt me because he was upset, but he’d never treated me like that before. His callousness had been the one thing to snap me out of my hormone-driven haze that had my mind on a one-way path leading to us in my bed.
If it hadn’t been for the way his face had fallen right before he’d left—if it hadn’t been for the smallest glimpse of the old Connor—I wouldn’t be repeatedly playing back every second of those few minutes.
His blue eyes spearing mine. The muscles in his arms twitching and shuddering as he kept himself up on the sofa. His demanding air that had my entire body heating.
I needed a cold shower. And judging from the length of his first one and the fact that his water had just shut off again, I knew that was exactly what I’d get if I tried showering now. But I also knew just how badly Kool-Aid stained skin.
So, instead of cooling down and trying to forget about the way my brothers’ super off-limits best friend could make me feel, I did something even worse...
I grabbed a box of baking soda and walked next door.
Connor was glaring at me when he opened the door. But even though his breathing was rough with frustration, he spoke in a deceivingly calm tone. “I’m still green, Maci.”
Trying to look anywhere other than the towel he was clutching to his hips or the drops of water racing down his skin, I dropped my head to study the floor and held up the box. “I came to help.”
He huffed softly, his voice holding a hint of a tease when he reminded me, “I think you’ve done enough.”
“It will come off. You just need—” My explanation died in my throat when Connor’s fingers grasped my chin and tipped my head back so I was looking at him.
“I’m sorry I yelled at you.” His blue eyes searched my face, an unreadable emotion crossing his own. “You have no idea how much I hate that I scared you enough that you can’t even look at me now.”
“You didn’t scare me, Connor.” I hadn’t been looking at him because I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from touching him. Not that I could tell him that.
A sad smirk tugged at his mouth as he took the box of baking soda from me. “I know what to do with this. Go to sleep. I’ll come by tomorrow morning to clean up the polish.”
“But you—”
“Please, Maci,” he said over me. “Go back to your apartment.”
I stood there staring at the door long after he’d shut it, unable to comprehend how that had gone so differently from how I’d expected it to.
I’d pictured Connor sitting on the edge of the tub with me between his legs while I helped get the stain off his face, shoulders, and chest. Which, of course, would’ve led to my hands moving other places, and Connor picking me up and depositing me on the bathroom counter. I’d pictured my head falling back as he repeatedly slammed into me while I cried out his name—
Jesus, my sex life is pathetic. I need to stop reading so many romance novels.
“Don’t even try it, sweetie. He’s taken tonight.”
My head whipped to the right when I heard the sultry voice filling the hall, and my eyebrows rose when I saw her. For fuck’s sake, this one looked like a whore. I’d put on my skimpy pajamas in preparation for Connor getting pissed and coming over tonight, and I was way more covered than she was.
I wasn’t even sure she was wearing a shirt.
“It’s cute you’re trying to get his attention, but he needs a real woman to please him,” she said as she brought her phone up to her ear.
“I’m—what?” I asked dully, struggling to compute what was happening when part of my brain was still back in my Connor-plus-me fantasy, and the other was wholly distracted by the fact that her fake breasts were one more bounce from falling out of her bra.
God damnit, did I really just cross my arms to cover my small boobs in front of her?
From the amused smirk that cut across her face, she’d noticed and knew exactly what I was doing.
“I’m here,” she said into the phone before dropping it in her purse. Giving me an expectant look, she lifted an eyebrow and said, “You can leave now.”
