Page 65 of Desperate Needs

Chapter 27-Clementine

The pain of that tragedy filled me, but with it was a healthy dose of curiosity.

“How did you hear about Andrew?” I asked.

Nothing could stop the hurt expression from crossing my face, as it did every time I heard his name.

But I was uncertain how Connor would have heard it.

“Why? Was it a secret, Clementine? Were you trying to hide it from me?”

His expression was furious and raw. Like Connor was holding on to himself by a thread.

Uncertainty turned into shock.

What was he? Did he honestly think?

“What? No! Connor, I don’t know what you think?—”

“Think? I’ve been going out of my mind all fucking night trying to find this prick’s last name!” he shouted, pointing one inked up finger at me.

My eyes widened, and my whole body seemed to go on alert in the face of his anger. No, I didn’t think he would hurt me physically.

Not that.

And I was not sure why seeing him so riled was working me up, but it was. Goddamn, it was.

All that masculine energy sizzling about the room was doing crazy, dirty things to me. Making my heart skip a beat. Causing a flood of arousal to seep into my panties.

“Goddamn it, Clementine, if you’ve been fucking around on me, I-I don’t know what the hell I’ll do,” he growled standing up and pushing away from the table so hard and fast he made his chair slam onto the stone floor.

“Connor!” I gasped, stunned.

But that didn’t work to stop him.

Next thing I knew, he’d pushed my chair out, too. Next, he pulled me up, his heavy breathing caused warm air to tickle my sensitive skin. Then he grabbed my arms, slamming me into his hard body a second before he wrapped his strong arms around my back and crushed my mouth beneath his mouth.

Oooh, that kiss was punishing. Full of fury and hurt and need.

So much fucking need.

But I wanted it. I needed it, too.

Whatever he’d been told or was thinking, he had it wrong. But Connor wasn’t letting me up for air, never mind giving me a chance to explain.

I had no time to react or respond, all I could do was hold on as he lowered his hands, squeezing my ass before hoisting me up in the air.

I wrapped my legs around his waist instinctively. The sound of fabric ripping reminded me that I had on a long skirt.

It was made of some elastic material. But it was not stretchy enough to accommodate Connor’s added bulk as his hips shoved between my legs.

“You’re fucking mine,” he growled against my mouth, sending a fiery rush of awareness through me.

My back hit the wall, and I groaned into his mouth. His big hand cradled my head, saving me from getting hurt, and I would thank him for it.

Later.

If the new pretty pair of panties I wore weren’t already soaked from his dominant display, they sure were now.

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