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“That I want you. If I’m not mistaken, the feeling is mutual.”
She pulled her foot away and sat up. “I’m listening.”
“Neither one of us is looking for long-term. So you and I”—I waved my hand between us—“can have a little fun without worrying about one of us getting hurt.”
“It doesn’t feel odd to you that we’ve been good friends for, like, forever, and now we’re talking about jumping into bed together?”
“Are you saying you’re not interested?” Because if she was, I was going to be one disappointed man.
“No, I just don’t want to feel all weird about it.”
She hadn’t seemed to mind me kissing her. “Come here.” I patted my leg. “Let’s experiment a little.”
A flirty smile curved her lips as she scooted across the sofa and straddled me. “Now what?”
“I’m going to kiss you.” I started at one corner of her mouth, teased and nibbled a little, then moved to the other side. When her breath hitched, I angled my head and took possession of her mouth. Our tongues tangled, and she really was the most delicious thing I’d ever tasted. She squirmed, rubbing against my lap. I put my hands on her hips to still her. Much more of that and the control I was holding on to by a thread would be broken.
After a few minutes I pulled away. “How did that feel?” Her lips were damp, her eyes unfocused, and that look on her was so hot that I could just eat her up.
“Good. Really good. Amazing, actually.”
“But not weird?”
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Iblinked, feeling like I was floating up from a fog. When I could think again, I lowered my gaze to Connor’s mouth. “I’m not sure yet. You need to kiss me some more before I can decide.”
He softly chuckled. “Okay, let’s try this again.”
As our lips met, I braced my hands on the back of the sofa. Connor reached behind his head and moved them to the back of his neck. Once my hands were where he wanted them, he put his back on my hips. There was something sexy about him holding me still, as if my slightest movement tortured him. I liked the thought that I could drive him a little crazy.
When I combed my fingers through his hair, he sighed into my mouth. Connor’s hair was soft and silky and so lovely to play with. He deepened the kiss, his tongue invaded my mouth, and his arousal pressed against the confines of his pants, the feel of him on my sex driving me crazy.
“Please,” I whispered, needing more. So much more.
He pulled away, then leaned his forehead on mine, our harsh breaths mingling between us. “Did that feel weird?” he finally said.
I gave a breathless laugh. “If the throbbing ache going on here”—I took his hand and pressed it against my yoga pants–covered sex, and boy, did I ever want those off—“isn’t weird, then no, so not weird.”
“That’s all I needed to know.” He stood with me wrapped around him, and then he put his hands on my thighs and pushed my legs down until my feet landed on the floor. His eyes snared mine. “I’m going to give you tonight to decide if you and I are a good idea.” He cupped his hand under my chin. “I doubt you have a clue how hard it is for me to walk away from you right now, Autumn, but that’s what I’m going to do.”
“Because I said it felt weird? It doesn’t anymore.”Don’t gowas what I really wanted to say. His kisses had wiped any thought of weird from my mind.
“If you still feel that way tomorrow . . .” He brushed his lips over mine. “Then I’m all yours for as long as you want me.”
As soon as he realized Connor was leaving, Beau scrambled up to escort him to the door. Right before he walked out, Connor glanced back at me and winked. What was it about a man winking at you that was just downright sexy?
Beau trotted back, sat in front of me, and looked up as if to say,Now what?
“Never tell a man it feels weird—well, in your case, a girl—to be with him.”
Beau barked in agreement.
While I readied for bed, one thing Connor had said stayed on my mind. “I’m yours for as long as you want me.” What did that mean? Were we dating? Just fooling around? He knew my view on love and marriage, so he wasn’t expecting us to get serious. And he’d even said that like me, he wasn’t looking for long-term. So we understood each other. But I kind of liked that he would be mine as long as I wanted.
I wasn’t one for jumping in and out of men’s beds, no matter the dumb words I’d spouted about playing around. It would be nice to have someone like Connor to keep company with. But wait, was he going to see other women while we were getting it on? That wasn’t going to work for me.
