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“Not yet. You’ll be damn-near comatose by the time I’m done with you.” He nuzzled my cheek. “I think we should go again.”
I couldn’t come up with a single word of protest as he rolled on top, caging me with his arms. “Though I’ve got to warn you,” he said, “I’m a perfectionist.”
I grinned wickedly and pulled his lips to mine. “So am I.”
11
Connor
Thelightoutsidewasjust turning to grey when I drifted lazily awake. I had been dreaming. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been relaxed enough for that to happen.
When I opened my eyes, I was a little disoriented, at first. I wasn’t in my room. Then the ache in my limbs and my groin made their presence known, and my head snapped to the side to make sure she was still there lying next to me.
She was.
Cassidy’s long, strawberry blonde hair was splayed out on the pillow, sooty eyelashes resting lightly against her cheeks, lips parted in a deep sleep. She looked so innocent, lying there, so beautiful it almost broke my heart. I smiled softly and caressed her cheek, my touch feather-light so as not to wake her. Not wanting to waste the moment, I shifted closer, and my breath hitched when she curled into my side, instinctively wrapping her arm around me.
What are you doing, Connor?
I mentally slammed the door on that nasty little thought. Falling in love with her, that’s what I was doing. And for once, it felt like I was doing the right thing. Something she wanted, something I needed. I was helping out the Clan. Helping keep her safe.
You really think you can keep her safe when your heart gets involved?
Of course, I could. I wasn’t pushing—okay, maybe I pushed a little last night. But Cass had gone along with it, very enthusiastically, I might add. I could have it both ways. I could protect herandkeep her.
Careful not to wake her, I gently kissed her hair, smiling at the memory of last night. I couldn’t believe that I’d told her all that stuff about Aiden. What I’d almost told her about my parents. I didn’t let anyone in like that, not ever. What had started out as a black and white partnership had gotten so wonderfully blurred over the past week, it was almost surreal to be lying next to her, our bodies and our hearts bared to each other, walls ripped down. It was a heady feeling, addictive in its potency. I wanted more.
You’re in over your head.
No, I wasn’t. Neither was she. That much had been made perfectly clear in the way that she met me eye to eye on that piano bench and told me she wanted me. Cassidy might be a slave to her fears in a lot of ways, but when it came to a challenge, she met them head on, whether she was arguing or making love.
I smiled at that thought. I liked the idea of a woman who could fight as well as she fucked. Though what we did last night certainly registered as something more. I’d never felt that sort of connection with a woman, that level of abandon. She’d claimed me as much as I claimed her. Did I love her? Not yet. But if things were to continue the way they were, I would be in grave danger of falling for her.
I would have to be careful.
I leaned down, gently kissing her forehead and the tip of her nose. Letting my eyes linger over her dangerous curves. Her chest gently rose and fell. My cock twitched as her pebbled nipple tented beneath the light sheet.
I softly kissed her lips again. Maybe I could kiss her awake.
My phone rang, and I groaned.Perfect timing.
It was Tommy. I swiped up and answered, barely concealing my irritation. “Hold on.”
Carefully, I pulled my arm free and rolled out of bed, not wanting to wake Cassidy. As soon as the phone call was over, I wanted to come right back to bed and pick up where we left off. I wanted to make love to her again and again, maybe spend all day just holding her and kissing her. Who knew how long this interlude would last for us?
The answer was, not long.
I pulled on a pair of sweatpants and walked down to the kitchen, pouring myself a glass of water to wash away the fog of sleep. “Go ahead, Tommy.”
“Moretti hit us again.”
I slammed down the glass. I was wide awake now. “How bad?”
“Bad. It was the new warehouse over on Sutter.”
“That’s—“
“Alfie’s territory, I know. We were moving the rest of the goods there until the buyer was ready, but Moretti’s guys torched it. We lost everything.”
