Page 46 of Dream Lover
“You’re smooth, but I’m not convinced you missed me,” I responded. “Not even a text, Conner. Nothing for weeks. Then you happen to see me again, and here we are. It’s not plausible.”
He let out a heavy sigh. “Because the things I want to do and say to you require us meeting in person. Texting is impersonal, and I can’t touch you through a phone call, babe.” He moved in to kiss me for like the fifth time of the night, and I leaned away, avoiding those pretty blue eyes that held the power to make me do anything. That wasn’t good enough.
“Dinner isn’t over, and I’m a good girl. I don’t kiss on the first date.” I shoved another meatball in my mouth and downed my wine. I knew I couldn’t keep denying him, and deep down it was torture doing so. “Plus, that’s a bunch of bullshit, Conner. If you wanted to get in touch with me, you would’ve. That’s the bottom line.”
“I’m sorry, and you’re right. My focus has always been my work. One client after the other trying to make a go of what I’ve built. I realize now that the business is great, but carving out time for me to be happy needs to be a priority. You. You, Quinn, need to be my priority.”
“I don’t have to be the top priority, Conner, but I do need to be part of your life, where we talk and communicate. Where we spend time together. What I can’t be is someone you call when you need sex. That’s not me.”
His brows pinched. “Of course not. I know that’s not you. Never for one moment thought it was. It was all on me, Quinn. Now that my head is straight, I know exactly what I want.”
My heart felt like it was going to burst from my chest. Fire licked my entire body, and I ached to touch him. Hold him. Tell him that everything was going to be okay.
There was no reason to doubt what he’d said, and judging from his face it was honest and true. A well of emotions threatened to take over, and I felt the tears prick the backs of my eyes.
“Quinn…” he started, brushing my hair away from my ear as he spoke. “I’m going to kiss you here.” Conner nibbled my neck, tongue dragging along my collarbone under the cloak of my hair. “And here.” Hand sliding up under the slit of my dress, his thumb brushed the crotch of my panties. My lips parted, and I stifled a moan. His gaze captured mine. “You can’t stay mad at me forever. Please forgive me?”
Without a thought, the words, “Check please,” burst from my lips.
He chuckled and promptly requested the rest of our meal to-go.
* * *
The second Conneropened the front door, he yanked me through. Conner owned a newer build one-story home with four bedrooms and a two-car garage. I hadn’t been here since he had a barbecue a few years back to celebrate moving in. The house was fabulous from what I could remember, and the neighborhood was even better.
Placing our takeout on the table just inside the front entrance, he kicked the door shut and came at me like an animal about to pounce its prey. Jaw tightening, fingers biting into my hips, his soft, kissable lips claimed mine with my back pressed to the wall by the hall closet.
Slick and wet, thrusting his tongue deep into my mouth, he dominated me. The man kissed me stupid, and I never wanted him to stop. “Fuck, Quinn, I’ve wanted to get you out of this dress since you opened your front door.”
“Then what’s stopping you?” I reached down to unfasten the clasps of my shoes.
Conner thwarted me. “Keep them on.” Hand circling my wrist, his touch set me on fire as he led me further into the house. We passed three doors before he yanked me through the one for the master suite.
The two of us were a flurry of hands and tongues. Touching and tasting one another anywhere and everywhere. Fingers tugging on the straps of my dress with so much force I thought he would break them, he demanded, “How the hell do you get this thing off?”
I took a step back from him. “Like this.” Grasping the sides, I lifted, and in one step he was back in front of me.
“Allow me.” The sleek satin slid up my body and over my head, leaving me in my heels and undergarments. “So damn sexy, Q.” Conner grabbed a possessive handful of my ass and gave me a squeeze. “You always wear sexy shit like this under your clothes?” Lips to my neck, he sucked hard enough to leave a bruise.
“That’s for you to find out if you play your cards right.”
Giving me a playful slap, he barked, “Get on the bed.”
Doing as I was told, I strutted past him swaying my hips because I knew his eyes were on me, and he liked what he saw. I sat on the edge of the king-sized bed, sinking into the cool dark blue covers.
Conner undid the buttons on his shirt, slow and methodical. I wanted to be the one to do it, but I could damn sure appreciate the view too.
Tossing the shirt onto a nearby high-backed chair, he moved onto his shoes and pants.
The room was dark, but enough moonlight was spilling into the room through the French doors that opened to his back patio to see him clearly, highlighting the hard-chiseled ridges of his chest and deep V that led to his happy trail like a spotlight.
I wanted him so damn badly.
Down to his black boxer briefs, he knelt on the floor to worship my pussy, spreading my legs wide apart. “Beautiful,” he murmured, caressing the tops of my thighs as though I was a gift he was about to unwrap on Christmas morning.
Tugging the right cup of my bra down, he palmed my breast and tweaked the nipple, rolling the tender skin back and forth until it hardened to a point.
Killing me softly with the anticipation of what he’d do next, Conner teased me with feather light touches over my clit. Thumb brushing over the pulsing nerves in a circular motion, he drove me wild. I was hanging on by a very fine thread.
