Page 7 of Menace in Vegas

Then something snaps.

He kisses me back with a deep, possessive hunger that makes my head spin.

His hands grip my waist, yanking me closer.

I fist his shirt, dragging him down, needing more.

His breath is hot and ragged. His body presses me back against the sink.

This is a terrible idea.

But right now, I don’t care.

Because this isn’t about heartbreak or betrayal.

It’s abouthim.

And that’s a hell of a lot scarier.

I’m not ready for it.

Not for him.

Not for how he makes me feel.

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CONNOR

Ihaven’t slept. Not a second. Not even a goddamn minute.

And it’s allherfault. Allie Payne and her perfect mouth. Her perfect curvy body that makes me insane. Her perfect fucking everything.

I close my eyes, grip my coffee, and try—really try—not to think about the way she dragged me into that bathroom last night and kissed me like she needed it more than air.

But it’s all I can fucking think about. The way her hands fisted my shirt. The way her lips tasted like champagne and recklessness. The way she whimpered when I deepened the kiss.

Fuck!

I exhale sharply through my nose, shifting in the world’s most uncomfortable airport chair. I’m not okay. Not even close.

Even worse, Allie’s acting like it never happened.

My brows furrow, and my head pounds as I stare at her.

Allie is chatting with Harper and laughing like she doesn’t have a care in the world. Sipping her coffee like she’s not a menace to my fucking existence.

Fucking me up left, right, and sideways while I sit across from her, gripping my coffee like I want to throw it through a window.

Every time I tell myself to stop looking at her, my eyes snap right back. Like she’s got a fucking magnet lodged in my brain.

She hasn’t looked at meonce. Not even a goddamn glance.

She’s pretending like she didn’t ruin my life when she kissed me at the reception. Like she didn’t drag me into a bathroom, shove me against a door, and kiss me like she was seconds from begging me to fuck her.

My fingers tighten around the cup, knuckles turning white.

She knows what she’s doing. She’s ignoring me on purpose.

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