Page 22 of Desperate Needs

Hope and anticipation rose within me, and I bit my lip, looking out the window. Hope was a dangerous thing. It led to all sorts of emotions. For me, it was mainly disappointment.

How many times had I thought I was on the cusp of a solid relationship when it turned out to be otherwise?

I wasn’t a fool. But sometimes, I was a dreamer. And that was dangerous, sometimes foolish, too.

But maybe, just maybe, Connor won’t be like the rest. Maybe he’s different.

But thoughts like that were risky. So, I pushed them from my mind and focused on reality.

The truth was, Connor Callahan was a very sexy man. He had that larger-than-life vibe about him women like me found irresistible.

The way I felt sitting beside him. The thrill I got with the too short kiss he’d given me. It was all leading to one inevitable thing.

Sex.

And that was something I had too little experience with for me to waste my time pussyfooting around. I was more than on board with letting this play out tonight with him.

So why bother with pretenses?

“Connor?” I licked my lips, waiting for him to turn his dark gaze to mine.

“Yeah, Darlin’?” he asked, and I grinned at the pet name he seemed stuck on.

Oh, I’d heard it before. Thanks to My Darlin’ Clementine and all, which was precisely why I’d been named that. But it never sounded quite as good as it did coming from his lips.

I swallowed my nerves. My mind was already made up. I understood this would be a one time thing.

But I could have one night of consensual sex. Why couldn’t I? Better yet, why shouldn’t I?

Tell him, my inner voice insisted. So I did.

“I think we should skip dessert.”

Chapter 11-Connor

Need, desperate and unfettered, churned inside my chest like a whirlpool pulling me deeper.

“I think we should skip dessert.”

I had my driver pull over the second she said that and kicked the fucker out of the car. He could walk home for all I cared.

Then, I walked my little Darlin’ to the passenger side and settled her in, buckling her safety belt for obvious reasons.

Next, I got in on the other side and I started driving like a bat out of hell.

I didn’t need one of my guys waiting around for me to be finished with this. And I sure as fuck didn’t want him anywhere near her when she looked all soft and sweet.

Desirable as fuck.

In fact, I had to remember to punch my driver’s fucking face for sneaking that peek at her legs earlier.

I liked Shane, but if he ever did that shit again, he was a fucking dead man.

Clementine didn’t seem to question the fact she hadn’t given me an address or directions.

Her chest was rising and falling faster with every second that passed, and I realized this impossible attraction I felt for her was mutual.

She wanted me, and it made my dick turn to steel.

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