Page 19 of Desperate Needs

Chapter 10-Clementine

Connor was waiting by the back door of a large, gunmetal black SUV with tinted windows.

I couldn’t say the make or model, but it was the same type of vehicle most of my family, nuclear and extended, used when traveling anywhere.

I had my black velvet coat wrapped around me as I started to walk in his direction.

The sound of my mother’s voice reminding me to use condoms echoed behind me and I froze. So much for a glamorous entrance.

I sucked in a deep breath and tried to swallow my embarrassment. I was sure he was going to excuse himself now and run screaming. But he didn’t, and I was stunned.

Instead of making a snide comment like no need for condoms chubby he simply smiled.

And holy shit, it was beautiful.

I bit my lip, and his lips straightened, forming a hard line, making my own quirk at how serious he suddenly looked.

Oh, I liked seeing him smile, but this was fine, too. In fact, I was fully smiling by the time I made it over to his side.

“Don’t look so happy about going out with me, Connor. Might go to my head. Oh, and don’t worry about protection, I have an implant,” I said and winked.

Teasing him was definitely a risk. But I also did want to have sex with him, so I figured it was worth the chance.

His lips twitched. Those intense dark eyes of his flashed with amusement, and right there, in front of my uncle’s house, he leaned down, close enough to kiss me.

But if that was what I’d wanted, I was doomed to disappointment.

Connor didn’t kiss me. Instead, he pulled the door open, but not before he whispered in my ear.

“Good to know about the implant, Darlin’, because when I fuck you, it will be raw. Now, get your fine ass in the car. Quick now, or I’ll be forced to spank it.”

I swallowed. Then I moved.

Quickly.

My heart was pounding so hard I thought I imagined it when I heard him say, “That’s my girl.”

I really don’t know what I’d been playing at when I dared this man to take me out for a drink. I mean, I practically set him up.

But as I watched him prowl to the other side of the vehicle and kept my gaze as he climbed into the seat beside me, I was starting to think maybe I was the one being set up.

Connor Callahan was much more man than any of the guys I dated. Truth was, he was out of my league.

Wholly and completely.

He leaned close and, oh my God, he sniffed my neck. I never had a man do that to me, and for some reason, my whole body reacted like never before. It was just as potent as if he’d reached out and touched me.

“What perfume do you wear?” he rumbled the question.

“What? Oh! I don’t, really. I have allergies and perfumes usually give me a headache,” I explained, a little embarrassed.

“So it’s just you that smells so good,” he whispered, and tugged on his lower lip with his long, tattooed fingers.

The cabin was spacious, but he sat close, right beside me, his big thigh brushing against mine. I bit my lip as he turned his attention to the driver.

“Take us to Chez Paul,” Connor told the man.

I gasped as he said the name of my favorite restaurant downtown. What a coincidence!

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