Page 56 of Claiming Becca

He puts a finger up. “Hold on.” He reaches back into his truck and grabs a cold brew coffee. He kneels again and puts his hand under the cup like he’s the Wheel of Fortune woman, making me laugh. “I also got you a cold brew exactly how you like it.” He hands me the coffee before standing again, and now I feel like I will cry. “It’s decaf; I know it’s a little late.”

“Babe!” I stare at him in awe.

He smirks at me. “I got you one more thing.” My cheeks hurt from smiling so much. “And it’s not me.” He runs his hand down his chest, and I giggle. He reaches back into his truck and pulls out another bouquet, but it’s bigger. “A bigger bouquet of flowers. For the woman of my dreams!” He hands me that bouquet, and I have to hold them in the crook of my arm so I don’t drop them.

“Connor! You didn’t have to do this.” I look between the flowers, the coffee, and him.

He approaches me and pushes a piece of hair behind my ear. “Of course I did. I only want you to smile. If you’re having a rough day, it’s my responsibility to make that happen.”

I step up on my tippy toes and plant a kiss on his mouth. “You are so getting lucky tonight.”

He smirks. “Do you think you could leave now?” he asks. He drove me to work today because my car needed new tires. He’ll take me back tomorrow to pick it up.

“I think so. Let me go check with Clay.” He kisses me before taking the flowers and coffee from me to put back in his truck and closes the door.

Grabbing my hand, he pulls me inside so I can find Clay. I work it out with Clay and grab my things. Thank goodness this day is over. Connor opens the door for me, and I climb inside. I smile at the flowers he put between his seat and mine. They’re beautiful. Grabbing the coffee, I start sipping on it as he gets in on his side.

I hum at how good it is. “You made my day so much better, babe. Thank you!” He winks at me. My face heats up. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how he makes me feel.

“It’s Wednesday; want to get tacos and margaritas?” he asks. I immediately nod my head. It’s early afternoon, so we’ll miss the big crowds.

I lift the flowers to my nose and smell them. “I’ve never received flowers before,” I admit.

He smiles at me and puts his hand on my thigh, squeezing gently. “You deserve all the flowers.” His fingers run up and down the inside of my thigh, causing me to shiver. I love this man so much.

When we get to the restaurant, we’re seated in the same booth we sat in on our date. I slide in, and he slides in beside me, wrapping his arm around me and pulling me close. His mouth comes down to the crook of my neck.

“Do you think I could give you a hickey before the server shows up?” I hum, tilting my head to encourage him.

“I can come back.” Lucy, the server that helped us before, is standing at our table. Connor sits up reluctantly, and I give her an apologetic look.

“Seems like you made the right choice,” she says. I chuckle. She has to be a newer server because I hadn’t seen her until my disastrous date that turned into the best date.

“I did,” I reply.

“Hell yeah, she did,” Connor says. He plants a sloppy kiss on my cheek. I can’t stop smiling.

“Happy looks good on you,” Lucy says, and winks. “Do you two want margaritas?”

“Yeah. Then some chips and cheese dip,” Connor replies. Lucy nods before walking away. Connor turns toward me and lowers his mouth to my neck again. I start laughing.

“Shhh… This time I will give you a hickey before she comes back,” he murmurs against my skin.

I suck in a breath as my heart starts beating in my chest. “Connor,” I whisper.

“I fucking love it when you say my name like that,” he rasps out. His hand lands on my leg and starts to trek up my inner thigh. “I also love you in these shorts,” he murmurs.

I move my hands from the table to the seat. I intend to push his hand away, but instead, I spread my legs and clutch the seat.

He licks my neck. “That’s right, baby. I bet you’re already wet for me.” His mouth latches on to my neck, and I have to hold in a groan.

“Oh god,” I whisper. His fingers creep past the bottom of my shorts and continue to the apex of my thigh. I suck in a breath. Someone clears their throat, and my head pops up from leaning against the booth.

Lucy is standing there with a pitcher of margarita and our cheese dip. Connor slowly sits up and greets her, but doesn’t move his hand from my thigh. He keeps running his finger back and forth, causing me to swallow.

“Do you two know what you’d like?” she asks. Connor slips his finger under my panties at the same time, and it takes all of my strength not to react. His finger slides up my slit, and I almost choke on my spit.

I don’t know what he says or what Lucy says. All I can do is focus on his finger and how good it feels. My nails dig into the seat. Focusing on my breathing, I try to ignore the bead of sweat that tracks down my back. His finger circles my clit, and I almost moan.

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