“Why are youangry with me?” she said. “This is fake, remember? We’re only doingthis so that we look like we’re dating. What do you care if I’m avirgin or not?”
He just shookhis head again before walking away. “I have to go.”
He left thekitchen and she stared blankly at her still-hard nipples. She wasangry as hell at Connor for making her feel like an idiot, but shewas also, stupidly, still incredibly horny. It was only quarterafter eight and she’d apparently grown used to at least half anhour of kissing. What the hell had Connor done to her?
Before shecould button her shirt or hop down from the counter, Connor strodeback into the kitchen. He was still shirtless, and her eyes widenedwhen dropped his shirt to the counter and his big hands grasped herthighs through her dress pants. He pushed her legs apart andcrowded up against her until his crotch was snug against hers.
“Connor, what-”?
He kissed her,devouring her mouth with hard licks and nips. She moaned andreturned his kisses enthusiastically. He cupped her right breastwith one large hand and kneaded it roughly.
She had no ideawhy he’d returned, and she didn’t care. It felt so good to kisshim, even if she could feel his anger with her through his kisses.She dug her nails into his back, wrapping her legs around his waistagain and rocking her pussy against him. If he tried to undo herbra, she would let him this time. Her nipples were aching andthrobbing in a way she’d never felt before, and she knewinstinctively that letting him suck on them would help ease theache.
“Kira? Hey,Kira?”
The front doorslammed, and she tried to pull away. Connor made a low growl ofdisapproval and tightened his grip on her. He kissed her deeply,stealing both her breath and her instinct to stop.
“Kira? Can Iborrow your phone charger? My phone died at the gym and I …”
She heardDaniel make a loud grunt of surprise. Connor pulled his mouth fromhers and stared over his shoulder. “Can I help you?”
“What the hellis going on?” Daniel stared wide-eyed at them.
For the firsttime in her life, Kira felt a thin thread of irritation towardDaniel. If he hadn’t interrupted, Connor would be sucking on hernipples right now and –
“Kira? Are youokay?” Daniel was giving her a look of alarm.
She madeherself concentrate on Daniel. He was standing in the doorway ofthe kitchen, his phone in one hand.
“I’m fine,” shesaid. “Connor and I are, uh….”
Shit. What didshe say? They weren’t supposed to be dating for another couple ofweeks.
“You’re what?”Daniel’s face was a mask of confusion.
“We’re dating,”Connor said.
Daniel’s gazeflickered to Connor and then back to her. “You’re dating thedoc?”
“Yes,” Kirasaid.
“Sincewhen?”
“A few weeksnow. We’ve been keeping it quiet,” Connor said smoothly.
He was blockingDaniel’s view of her upper body and he dropped his gaze to herbreasts for a moment before raising one eyebrow at her. She blushedand scrambled to button her shirt. When she was fully covered, helifted her down from the counter before pulling his shirt over hishead.
“The two of youare dating.” Daniel repeated as he drifted toward them.
Kira nodded,searching his face for any signs of jealousy. If he was jealous, itwas effectively hidden by surprise and confusion.
“How did youtwo meet?” Daniel said.
“I’m herdentist.”
“Isn’t thatlike, illegal, to date your patients?” Daniel asked.
Before Connorcould reply, the front door opened again, and she heard thetell-tale tap of dog nails on the hardwood. She immediately bracedherself against the counter, already wincing in anticipation.