Page 41 of Menace in Vegas

And just as I start to lose myself completely, I do the only rational thing left to do.

I shove him away.

My breath rasps in and out of my lungs as I turn my head.

I can’t look at him.

Can’t acknowledge what just happened.

His pants fill my ears.

From my peripheral vision, his jaw is tight, eyes burning into me.

I swallow, not wanting to acknowledge the kiss and my role in it, but feeling like I need to saysomething.

"That…" My voice shakes.

Damn it. Be strong.

I clear my throat, trying again. "That… was a mistake."

He doesn’t say anything, just watches me like he knows I’m lying.

Like he knows I want him.

14

CONNOR

Allie pushed me for days.

She was in her element, playing her little games.

And I let her, because I thought I had control.

But then I snapped.

I pinned her down and kissed her like I owned her.

Made her moan into my mouth until she shoved me away.

And to make matters worse, she called it a mistake.

Even though I know she’s lying, it fucking hurts.

I’ve been infatuated with this woman since the day I swung a hockey stick at her head.

I’ve been obsessed with her since she opened her mouth at Harper’s bachelorette party and out wafted the voice of an angel.

Deep down, I know I’m under her skin.

I rattled her with that kiss.

I know she feels this intense attraction burning between us.

The signs are all there.

And if worse comes to worst… I can always kidnap her like Ford did with Harper.

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