Page 105 of Unspoken Words
“White with none.”
He paused. “White with none? Are you mad? Who has coffee without any sugar?”
My mouth opened to say Byron and I but I caught the words before I said them. “I do.”
“Mad.”
I bit into my croissant and mumbled, “Am not.”
Connor turned his back and made our coffee at the bench then sat at the table and slid a mug in front of me, a shit-eating grin on his face.
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing. It’s just, for someone who was against having breakfast, you sure do look like you’re enjoying it.” He leaned forward and brushed his thumb over my cheek, collecting a flake of pastry that he delicately placed on my lip.
My cheeks burned, and I swallowed and opened my mouth, my tongue uncontrollably darting between my lips to sweep it up, lightly grazing the tip of his thumb. Connor’s eyes flared, a low groan reverberating within his chest. Deep. Carnal. Desperate.
Every muscle in my core tightened, and I wanted to hear him do it again. It was incredibly sexy and so virile, so … different from when we were kids.
I swallowed again and sat back, choking out a ‘thanks’ and adding, “They’re good but messy.”
His darkened eyes closed for the briefest of seconds before he reopened them, picked up his croissant, and bit into it almost aggressively.Good God!
“So,” I said, my voice shaky as I picked up my coffee. “What are we working on today?”
“The song I sang to you in the boardroom.”
“Oh, the one drenched in pain?” I rested the rim of my mug against my lips.
“It’s not just about pain. Well, that’s not what I want it to be. And if that’s all you got from it, then it definitely needs work.”
“That wasn’tallI got from it, but, yes, I felt despair the instant you started playing the riff.” I sipped some coffee and nearly spat it back out again in protest. “CONNOR!”
“What?” Mischief danced over his face. “Too hot?”
“You put sugar in it.”
“It’s supposed to have sugar.”
“No, it’s not. Argh! Why are you so annoying?”
“You still find me annoying?” he teased, his damn dimples a delightful sight.
I groaned. “YES!”
“Good, because I still find you adorable, and incredibly sexy.”
The look of warning I shot him did not go unnoticed, but he dismissed it nonetheless. “Shh. Hurry up and drink your coffee or we’ll be late.”
Shaking my head and pulling the ew-yuck face, I grabbed my orange juice instead.
“Suit yourself. But you’re missing out and you know it.”
Truth be told, I did know it. But I wasn’t about to tell him that.
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Whispering to you
