“Thank feck for that,” he murmurs into the darkness, rolling onto his side as his hand curls around my neck, his lips crashing down on mine. “It’s going to save a fecking lot of money on condoms then.”
Connor deepens the kiss as I feel a fluttering in my stomach. He effectively confirmed we are having a fling, not a one-night stand. That puts some of my anxiety to rest.
At least now I’ll know how to act around him. Rolling away from me, Connor tugs me against him, so he’s spooning me, his lips brushing against the back of my neck until he falls asleep.
CONNOR
Andie is gone when I wake up, as evidenced by my empty arms and my fucking empty bed. Shoving the coverlet away, I snag a T-shirt and a pair of sweats, padding my way downstairs.
It’s the first time I have appeared in front of her in anything less than a suit. But I figure there’s no point acting all professional now. Not when we’ve crossed that very pleasurable line.
Andie is in the kitchen, baking brownies, as I discover when I enter. Striding across the room, I press against her back, sliding my hands up her thighs until they’re pressed against her stomach while I drop a light kiss in her hair.
“Morning,” I rumble. Andie tips her head back to look up at me.
“Morning,” she replies with a slight smile, turning her attention to her brownies. “I’ll finish cutting these up and then make you breakfast. There’s coffee in the machine.”
Stepping away, I slap at her ass, stealing one of the cut brownies. Andie swats at my hand as I dance out of her reach, shoving the delicious treat into my mouth, grinning, and moving to the coffee machine.
The smell of cooking bacon fills the kitchen as I pour my mug of coffee. I take my cup and drop into my seat at the small table in the breakfast nook. My eyes follow her gorgeous arse as she cooks and plates up my food. Maybe I should make an effort to wake up earlier. This is nice.
With a smile, Andie slides the plate of bacon, eggs, and toast in front of me, moving around the kitchen, and cleaning up. I don’t want her on the other side of the room, doing chores while I eat. I want her here with me.
“Come and sit with me while I eat,leannán,” I call out to her.
I know she usually eats breakfast when I’m asleep, but she can still sit here. Andie starts in surprise, glancing over her shoulder at me with wide eyes.
After a beat, she crosses the room, grabbing a mug of coffee on her way. She slides into the chair across from me, curling her feet under her.
“How come your Irish accent comes and goes?” Andie asks after a long silence while I eat, and she drinks coffee.
Looking up at her, she has tipped her head to the side while studying me. I swallow my mouthful of bacon and grin wolfishly at her.
“People, women,” I amend, and she flashes me a grin, “find it charming, so if I’m trying to be charming, I turn it on.”
“Like my first day here,” she points out. I shift in my seat. That was unintentional. I was just horny for her.
“Uh, kind of,” I hedge. Andie’s eyebrows shoot up at my awkward tone. “When I’m….” I pause, but she watches me carefully, waiting for me to continue. Christ, this is awkward. “When I’m….”
I blow out a breath. I wish she’d fix her eyes somewhere else. I shrug. “When I’m attracted to a woman, I can’t help it.”
Andie blinks at me, looking bemused, and dissolves into giggles. She’s laughing so hard she has to put down her coffee and press the fingers of both her hands to her mouth to try to stifle the sound.
“Oh,” she finally manages to choke out while I grin at her. “I see.”
I continue to eat while she struggles to get her laughter under control.
“Is there any other time it happens, and you can’t help it?”
“When I’m angry.”
Andie nods again, pursing her lips and studying me carefully.
“So you turn on the charm, and people do what you want?”
My lips twist into a wry smirk. I sigh, reaching for my coffee mug. “Leannán. My life hasn’t been some great struggle.”
I gesture around the kitchen of the house I bought for myself and my mammy to live in when I was only twenty-two.