Page 32 of The Stud Next Door (Frisky Business 3)
“So, that was interesting,” he says. His palm is warm against mine, and his fingers settle over my knuckles.
“It was,” I say with a slight tilt of my head. “Very . . . enlightening.”
The only sounds around us are the rumble of cars, the hum of cicadas, and our footsteps in sync on the sidewalk. My heart thuds against my chest, and I almost wonder if Connor can feel my pulse in my wrist. I’d try to relax, but I don’t know if that’s possible.
Thankfully, it’s a short drive home, and it’s not long before we’re standing on the sidewalk in front of mine. I glance up at the doorway and back at Connor, who’s giving me a shy smile.
“Sorry if tonight was weird. I haven’t been on a date in forever,” he says, looking down at his feet.
His tone is sincere, apologetic even, and my heart cracks a little at the thought of him believing any of that.
“It wasn’t weird,” I say, taking a step toward him and searching his gaze. “I had a nice time, Connor. Really, I did.”
He looks up, and suddenly, I’m aware of just how close I’ve made us. Close enough that I can feel his breath on my cheeks and see the flecks of gold mixed with the green of his eyes.
His gaze meets mine before flitting down to my mouth, and in one motion, Connor takes his hand to the back of my neck and pulls me in closer to him. Our lips touch, and at first it’s soft and searching like a question. He moves slowly, taking his time.
Every lingering doubt I’ve had about what’s happening between us slips away, and his kiss sends a shock from my lips straight through to my core. A burning, hungry need lights up inside me, and I answer by touching my fingertips to the stubble on his jaw and kissing him back, deeper than before.
I can’t tell you how long we stand there in the driveway, wrapped in each other’s arms, but when we finally part, the world feels different. It’s like the temperature dropped a few degrees and the air grew damp and heady. Connor’s eyes twinkle as he tucks a stray curl into place behind my ear, and my body screams for him to touch me again.
His voice is low and husky when he asks, “Do you want to come inside?”
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CONNOR
The front door has barely latched closed behind us before I have Jessa pressed up against the wall, my knee wedged between her parted thighs.
Our mouths are locked in a kiss unlike any I’ve ever experienced—new and exciting, and yet somehow so familiar, like we’ve kissed a thousand times before. But the truth is, save for my drunken advances, this is the first time we’ve ever let ourselves be this close. This honest. This real.
And let me tell you, after torturous weeks of imagining this very scenario? Reality most certainly takes the cake. Because this is fucking phenomenal. Her mouth. Her tongue. Her taste. Her breath. Everything Jessa.
She rakes her fingers through my hair, the damn-near music of her needy little moans echoing down the front hall. I’ve never been more excited to have the house all to myself . . . to not be concerned about waking Marley up. The thought of Jessa screaming my name later tonight in the throes of passion sparks a fire deep in my groin. We can be as loud as we want to be.
I pull back, catching my breath. Her eyes flutter open to meet mine as I smooth a few stray hairs from her freckled face.
“Jessa?” Her name feels so good on my tongue.
“Yeah?” She’s breathless and sounds just as turned on as I feel.
“Is this okay?” I caress her cheek.
She responds by nipping my thumb, her eyes sparkling with mischief. And when her tongue sneaks out from between her pink lips to swipe against my fingertip, my mouth goes bone dry. She hasn’t even touched my dick yet, and I’m already as hard as a goddamn telephone pole. Safe to say my libido is back, full throttle, ready to be unleashed on the gorgeous nanny.
“Does that answer your question?” Jessa whispers seductively, leaning into me to nuzzle the tip of her nose against my cheek. Meanwhile, her hands explore the muscles of my shoulders and chest, leaving a trail of goose bumps in their wake.
“Point taken,” I murmur against her ear, my lips brushing along the curve of it before I nibble on her earlobe.
She shudders beneath me, her hips moving into mine until she’s grinding herself against my leg like a cat in heat. Within seconds, her fingers are pulling at the buttons of my shirt.
You don’t have to tell me twice.
I dip down to scoop Jessa’s thighs up, my fingers pressing into the bare skin of her soft-as-sin legs. Her dress scrunches up around her waist and her feet dangle in the air behind me as I lift her, one shoe falling off her foot and hitting the floor with a thud as she wraps her long limbs around my hips.
