Chapter Eight
“Alex asked me to bring these to you.” Jessa tossed the stack of receipts on Connor’s desk and turned to walk out.
“You don’t have to run away. I promise I’m done growling.”
She had been about to hustle out of the room, but his words stopped her. Jessa turned and allowed herself a long look at him. Connor seemed tired. He’d set aside his charcoal gray dress shirt and wore a black wife beater with his usual black pants.
It was the first time Jessa had ever seen his arms totally bare. Connor’s shoulders were impressive by any standards. Each muscle was well defined beneath his smooth caramel colored skin. It was hard to resist the temptation to touch. Jessa hadn’t gotten the chance to run her hands all over him the night before. And she wondered if he was as satiny as he looked.
“You aren’t a cheap slut, Jessa.”
His words drew her back to his face. Connor’s hell-black eyes softened when she met his gaze. Jessa thought back to the moment she’d thrown that thought at him. It wasn’t really how she felt. But she’d already been uncertain about their status after the night before. And his callous attitude had hurt.
“Then what am I, Connor?”
One corner of his sensuous mouth tilted up. “You’re a damned attractive woman.”
“Don’t give me that. I’ve seen the women who come in here and try to catch your eye. I may be naïve, but I’m no idiot.”
Connor unfolded his body from the chair, “No, not an idiot. Not naïve either, not really. But definitely unaware of your own desirability.”
Jessa swallowed, but her mouth went suddenly dry. Connor was staring at her as if he intended to repeat their experience. Repeat it, or expand upon it.
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Jessa really had no idea. There wasn’t a hint of the usual feminine guile in her expression. No games, no traps, and no expectations were reflected in her wide hazel eyes. A slow grin spread across Connor’s face. She was beginning to look faintly alarmed.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me, woman?”
“No.”
Connor grabbed her hand and pressed it against the growing bulge in his crotch. “Every time I see you I get a hard on so fierce I can hardly walk upright.”
Her face paled.
“The way you look, your smell, the way you feel, and the way you tasted last night,” Connor groaned. “I can’t get it out of my mind.”
“So you aren’t mad at me anymore?” she asked in a bare whisper.
“If I was mad it was because I was afraid you weren’t going to come back.”
“Why do you care?”
He chuckled, “Because we aren’t finished.”
Jessa didn’t pull away when he grabbed her. It wouldn’t have mattered. Connor was done waiting. He wanted to bury his cock in her pussy. His erection was already thick, swollen with his need, and ready to plunge balls-deep into her wet heat.
But first, Connor had to make her want it as badly as he did.
“You should stop.”
“Maybe I should.”
“So stop.”
“Are you sure that’s what you want, Jessa?”
He pressed her back against his chest and wrenched her head to gain access to her neck. Despite her verbal protests, she tilted her head to give him better access. Chuckling beneath his breath, Connor kissed a trail of hot fire from her pulse point to her collarbone.
She squirmed in his grip, her sweet backside rubbing along the ridge of his cock. Connor hissed in agony and plunged his hands beneath her soft cotton top. He drew it over her head and tossed it aside.
The smooth expanse of skin on her belly was tanned from the sun. A faint line of white peeked out from beneath her bra. Impatient to see her gorgeous breasts, Connor snapped the clasp on the flimsy garment and pulled it away. Her full breasts bounced when freed. The movement ripped a deep groan from the pit of Connor’s belly.
“So fucking beautiful,” he growled as he cupped their weight in his hands.
His words alone drew her nipples into taut buds. Connor suckled each pink peak while running his big hands down her smooth back to the base of her spine. Jessa grabbed the back of his head and drew him closer, her nails scoring his bare scalp.
Connor gently pried the elastic band from her ponytail and stabbed his hands through the silken mass as it fell over her back and shoulders. Settling himself against the desktop, he used the fingers anchored in her thick hair to pull her forward.
Her full breasts mashed against his chest, nipples rubbing over his tank top.
“Take it off,” she murmured. “I want to feel your skin.”
Connor helped her to pull the soft cotton over his head and was rewarded by her fingers running lightly over the bare skin of his abdomen. A hot mouth latched onto one of his nipples and Connor stifled a shout.