Page 61 of Should've Been Us
Chapter Fourteen
Connor might have been eavesdropping.He hadn’t meant to. Not at first anyway. He’d simply come into the bungalow on his side and when he’d heard Lulu’s sweet voice he’d headed her direction, curious about who she was talking to. Then, as he’d reached the doorway, he’d begun to comprehend the words he was hearing and they had stopped him in histracks.
She was falling for him. She’d come close to admitting that she loved him. At the very least she’d hinted that she knew shecould.
God, how long had he waited to hear something like that? A decade at least. Probably more. Hearing her say those words had frozen him in place, curious what else he might hear if he didn’t give himselfaway.
He’d known that he shouldn’t listen in on her phone call. It wasn’t right. It wasn’t fair. But he hadn’t been able to stop himself after he’d heard even just that littlebit.
She hadn’t said his name even but he’d known she was talking about him. She had to be. It wasn’t as if he’d given her any free time to have a “vacation fling” with anyone else at this resort. She spent every night in his bed. So she was talking about him, and to her brother of allpeople.
That meant something. Something big. If she was telling Lance about them, that meant she’d finally accepted that this wasn’t going to be a secret vacation rendezvous that ended before they got backhome.
He didn’t know if she had called Lance or if Lance had called her and in truth, it didn’t matter. She’d talked to her brother and she’d told him that she was in a relationship withConnor.
She must have known Lance wouldn’t like hearing that. The guy had never seemed to like Connor all that much despite the years they’d worked together at the Fate Sheriff’s Department. He’d never really understood what Lance Nichols had against him, still didn’t, but he had zero doubts that the other man would follow through and tear his heart out if he hurt Lulu in anyway.
It was a damn good thing he only intended to spend the rest of his life making herhappy.
She pushed the rolling chair she was sitting in back and spun around. Her eyes caught on him where he was leaning one shoulder against the doorframe and he watched her lips form a small “o” of surprise. Her dark eyes narrowed on him as she recovered just as fast and she raised one of those sharpeyebrows.
“How long have you been standingthere?”
The real question was how much he should give away. That conversation hadn’t been meant for his ears, which meant she didn’t need to know that he’d heard her confess that she was falling in love with him. She’d tell him herself when she was ready so he pushed up off the doorframe to his full height and moved towards her with a lazy, cockysmile.
“Just long enough to hear that Lance’s boyfriend thinks I have a niceass.”
Lulu laughed, just like he’d wanted her to, and shook her head at him, “Eavesdropper.”
“Are you saying I don’t?” He reached her and bent over the chair, boxing herin.
“Not at all.” She tipped her face up to him, expectantly licking her lips, “Trent has great taste in men.Clearly.”
“Mmm, he’s not my type.” He brushed his lips over hers softly, just a quick sweep that had her leaning up formore.
“No?”
“No.” He nipped at her bottom lip, lapping at the plump pout as her taste began to seep inside of him and stir his need for her just like it alwaysdid.
“What’s your type?” Lulu slid her arms around his waist as she stood, pressing her body to his, moving into him without him having to pull her atall.
“You. Justyou.”
He swept his mouth down over hers as soon as he saw his words settle and her eyes widen at his honesty. He sealed their lips together, kissing her gently, sweetly, but with every ounce of emotion he had inside of him. She moaned slightly as he swept his tongue into her mouth and her arms went up and around his neck, gripping his hair and pulling him even closer, as if he might try to get away. He didn’t. He kissed her until their bodies were writhing against each other. Kissed her until he had to pull back or pass out for lack ofoxygen.
“I missed you.” He murmured against her lips and she answered with a little whine, tipping her head back for him as he trailed kisses down herjaw.
“God, Connor.” She breathed his name in that way that made him never want to hear anyone else ever use it again. Only her. It was hers. Just like he was. “I thought I was going crazy. I missed youtoo.”
“You’re not crazy.” He nipped at her pulsepoint.
“I am though. I am. I’m crazy aboutyou.”
He pulled back enough to look her in the eye. There was heat and fire there but it was dampened by a softness that pulled at his heartstrings. So close to the words he wanted. So close but not there yet. She wasn’t ready and until she was, he wouldn’t push. He would only take this and anything else she wanted to givehim.
“It’s about time, baby.” He slid his hands to her ass and lifted her off the ground, “You’ve been driving me crazy foryears.”
She clung to him as he carried her to the bed. Her hands flexing in his hair. Her soft breasts pressed to his chest. She nuzzled at his neck and he shuddered from her touch, the feel of her in his arms, the rightness of them. The bed was mere steps away and when he laid her back across it, he pulled back to look at heragain.
