Page 15 of An Alpha's Romance

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“That was an interesting date,” Keisha replied casually as Conner walked her to her car.

Conner smiled, knowing that she probably felt all kinds of awful that her crazy ex-husband had tried to ruin their first date.

“I’ve had worse.” Conner shrugged, and smiled. However, when he looked at Keisha’s face his humor dropped.

“Hey, don’t cry. I know that being in my company isn’t that horrible.” Conner joked as he pulled her into his arms.

He’d been wanting to hold her since she’d come back from the restroom with a worried look on her beautiful face. But once she had seen Conner sitting alone, relief flooded her face.

“I’m so sorry.” Keisha sniffled into his chest. “I haven’t seen or talked to Dylan in over a year. I don’t know how he even knew where I was.”

“It’s not your fault that your ex-husband showed up. Like you said… you haven’t seen him in over a year. There’s no need for the apology or the tears.” Conner stepped back and placed his large hand under her chin and lifted it up to see into her red rimmed eyes.

“Not your fault.” At that moment, she looked so vulnerable, and if he wasn’t such a bastard he might’ve just opened her car door, and let her go home. But he just couldn’t resist her lips any longer.

He leaned down slowly, giving her a chance to step away. But she didn’t. She stood on her tip-toes, meeting him. He pushed his lips against hers softly with a feather light touch. Then he felt her tongue against his lips, and his control snapped.

Conner pressed Keisha’s succulent body against her large SUV for support. His hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer to his growing manhood. He deepened the kiss, tasting the chocolate and strawberry mousse she had for dessert. He devoured her mouth, his tongue dancing with hers in an intimate tango.

Keisha moaned, and Conner tightened his grip on her waist. His other hand instinctively pushed into her massive curls. Her body seductively moved against his, and he pressed harder into her, he loved the feel of her body against his.

A couple talking loudly and laughing broke through the haze of lust they were surrounded in. Conner slowed the kiss, but he didn’t step away. He licked her bottom lip before kissing it lightly one last time. He put his forehead against hers and tried to slow his breathing. When he inhaled, her scent of vanilla engulfed his senses.

“Conner?” Keisha’s voice was low almost shy.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Does the kiss mean that you accept my apology?” Conner could hear the smile in her voice.

“If I say yes, will you keep kissing me?” He smiled as he took a step back to look in her face.

Keisha giggled. “Yes.”

“Then, hell yes. Apology accepted.”