“There’s no other man. I’ve never had an affair. In fact, he’s the one that cheated. According to him, there isn’t anyone that would want a piece of shit like me.”
He still had his hand on my arm and slowly sat it down in front of me. I was taken back when he leaned his body over mine to reach over to turn on the light. His skin brushed against mine as he backed down to be beside me again. He had a couple tattoos on his arms of some kind of tribal art. On his chest were the initials C.H. in a cross, which I knew were his father’s initials. He caught me staring again and pulled my chin up to look at him. “My granddaddy beat on my grandma and after one drunken night left her paralyzed in a wheelchair after he threw her down the stairs. I never met him, but I heard the stories and know there is no reason for someone to beat on a woman like that. You may hate me, but I can promise you that I am a hell of a lot better than that asshole you are married to. Hell, he probably told you it was all your fault too.”
He had told me that, every single time.
I closed my eyes and tried to look away from him. “He says I’m a whore.”
Conner rested his head on his elbow and traced my chin with his fingers. I’d never been so close to someone and had these kind of feelings. I hated him for so many reasons, but found him so utterly desirable that I couldn’t make a choice about how I really felt. When he touched me, with even the slightest touch, I could feel it through my whole body. I kept reminding myself why I was there, in a hotel room with him. I pleaded with my mind to stop looking at his muscles and the way his skin was so sun kissed, or how his crystal green eyes were almost looking through me.
Conner put his hand down but kept looking at me. “Do you feel like a whore?”
His question caught me off guard and I got defensive. “Of course not! I mean, I partied a bunch when I was younger and ran off to Vegas with a guy, but no! Never!”
He started laughing at my response.
“What’s so funny?”
“Do you even know the definition of a whore, Blaze?”
I laid on my back and faced the ceiling instead of trying to not look at his hard nipples and the skin I thought about touching. “Yes, I know what a whore is. If I looked it up in the dictionary, it would probably be your picture.”
This caused him to laugh even harder. “I’ve never been paid for my services, first of all, and secondly, not one woman has ever said that about me, with the exception of my sister. She doesn’t count anyway. Look, can you really tell me that there is something wrong with being turned on by getting a woman off? I like doing it. I bet you’ve never even been with someone whose sole intentions were to make you come like you never have before. Until you experience that, don’t talk about what kind of man I am.”
Oh God! I needed to lock myself in the bathroom before I attacked this fine man and made myself the biggest hypocrite to ever exist. “Can I go to sleep now or do I need to take my pillow in the tub?”
He laid down and looked at the ceiling. “That’s what I thought. Goodnight Blaze. Sweet dreams.”
I clicked off the light and laid there waiting for him to say something else, but he never spoke. When I felt like he was asleep, I turned over to look at the gorgeous man I was lying in bed with. I’d never even considered cheating on my husband, or being with another man ever again, but if I had to pick one man to spend one endless night with, I would pick Conner Healy. Sure, he was totally conceited and thought his shit didn’t stink, but I needed someone that wouldn’t ever want anything with me again.
I considered the benefits as well as the trouble it would cause. I thought about Rick and the love that didn’t exist between us anymore. I felt so alone and here was this sexy ass man, lying so close to me that I could smell his skin. If I didn’t know we were alone in that room, I would have sworn someone picked up my hand and made me touch him. As my hand touched his chest, I felt his hand coming on top of it. He let out a laugh and turned to face me, while still holding my hand. “Took you long enough. Most girls can’t make it five minutes.”
I went right for his mouth. “Just shut up.” His soft lips welcomed me, along with his tongue. I felt Conner’s hand digging into my hair as he pulled himself into our kiss deeper. Our tongues touched and I felt it heating up between my legs. I was instantly burning up, like someone had lit a match to my libido. I pulled away. “I’ve never done this before.”
He kissed my forehead, which I found out of character for his cocky side. “You should get some sleep, darlin’. It’s been a rough night for you and I know this ain’t what you really want.”