Chapter 8
The entire flight, it was as though they were fighting the urge to rip each other’s clothes off right on the chopper. Connor had a feeling it wouldn’t be the first time that happened, however since this wasn’t his chopper, and he was just an employee of Henderson Corp, he kept his distance.
It seemed like forever before they actually arrived at her house. Krista had already called and informed her dog sitter that she was on her way home and she could leave. Unfortunately, the girl didn’t seem to have gotten that message.
“Laurel, I thought I told you to go home?” Krista said as they entered the living room.
Laurel never even looked at Krista and instead just stared at him. “No. You said I could go home, not that I had too. There is a difference. But I see why you want me gone now.” Laurel walked over to him and said, “I’m Laurel and you are…perfect.”
“Laurel!” Krista shouted. “Go home!”
Laurel laughed. “Do you want me to take Donnie with me so you two can be alone?”
Donnie? Did she have a son? Damn. He never asked. Connor assumed she didn’t but his assumptions lately have been way off the mark.
“No. Now go.”
“You know he’ll want to sleep in bed with you and you know what they say, three is a crowd,” Laurel teased.
This was getting weird. “Who is Donnie?”
“My dog,” Krista said. Then she turned to Laurel and said, “Unless you want to find yourself unemployed, I suggest you leave.”
Laurel grabbed her backpack and on the way past Connor she said, “Break her heart and you’ll answer to me.”
Laurel was the least intimidating person he’d ever met. But she probably could talk him to death.
As soon as the door shut, Krista walked over to him and said, “I’m really sorry about that. She’s a good kid, but…”
“I get it. You don’t have to explain. So, where is this dog Donnie?” And please tell me he’s not really sleeping in the bed.
“I’m not sure. Usually he’s lying down watching TV with Laurel.” Krista called out, “Donnie.”
Within seconds a large golden retriever bolted into the living room and practically jumped into Krista’s arms. He watched and waited while Donnie received all the mushes he wanted. Only then did Donnie even acknowledge a stranger in the house. Obviously, he sure wasn’t there for protection, because Conner got the same enthusiastic greeting.
“Nice dog,” he said while trying to avoid being licked to death.
“I should’ve asked if you were allergic,” she said.
“I’m not. Of course my black slacks may be,” he said as they were now covered in golden blonde fur.
“Oh I’m so sorry. Take them off and I’ll clean them for you.”
“Really? You’re going to use your dog as an excuse to get my pants off?” he teased.
Krista laughed and said, “Shameful isn’t is.”
“But it works.” Connor had wanted to hold her since their kiss hours ago. He didn’t want to wait any longer. Stepping closer to her he said, “Krista, you know I want you. But we can take things as slow as you want. Or not at all. I don’t want you to feel any pressure to…”
“Look who can’t stop talking now,” she said as she walked up to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Are you going to kiss me or do you need an invitation?”
He couldn’t resist an offer like that and he didn’t want to. Connor lifted her high into his arms, and kissed her neck and nuzzled closer. “I thought you’d never ask.”
She arched her back tilted her head giving him access to kiss and nibble her neck, across her jaw and then finally as a moanescaped her lips—he claimed them. He couldn’t hold back any longer. The fire that started in his apartment had never gone out. It had taken everything within him to control it. But now there was no reason to stop. They had all night, and he planned on making the most out of the time they had.
The instant their lips touched his blood ran hotter than he expected but he fought to keep things slow, not rushed. Krista wasn’t having it. She met him with the same urgency. He traced her lips with his tongue, and she parted them.Her tongue entered his mouth exploring as he did hers. Then they pulled back to catch their breath, only to start again, the tips of their tongues continued to dance in an erotic game of give and take. Damn woman. What are you doing to me?
His cock was throbbing from just the taste of her lips. He could only imagine what it’d be like when he tasted the rest of her.He had every intention of finding out.