Page 56 of Kiss and Tell

“God, yes,” I said.

“It’s hotel coffee, so who knows how good it is.” He handed one to me, being careful not to spill it.

“Considering how swanky this place is, I’m sure it’s one of the finest brands they could buy,” I replied.

We both brought the cups to our mouths for a small sip, eyeing each other over the rim.

I didn’t know what I should say. How I should react. Last night had been amazing, for me at least. Did Connor think so, too? He’d certainly seemed into it in the moment.

We drank in silence, neither of us speaking.

Was Connor having regrets?

I lowered my cup and stared into the dark liquid.

Was I having regrets?

I heard Connor set his cup down on the nightstand before a hand cupped my cheek. I lifted my head to meet his eyes. They were warm and indulgent. Connor placed a soft kiss on my mouth, so tender it nearly made my heart break.

“Did I ever tell you you’re amazing?” he said when he pulled back.

I looked back down at my coffee.

“You might have mentioned it,” I replied.

“Did I also tell you that you’re beautiful, and sexy, and smart, and talented and—”

I huffed a laugh and swatted him on the chest.

“You’re going to give me a swelled ego if you keep on like that,” I told him.

“It would be well deserved,” he replied.

I set my own coffee down and wrapped both arms around his neck, snuggling into his waiting embrace. I breathed deep, taking in his scent as I laid my head on his chest. He cupped the nape of my neck. I ran my hands up and down his broad back. He slid his down my sides to my hips before settling on my thighs. Although I was covered by the sheet, the heat of his fingers burned into my skin through the thin cotton.

He brushed his thumbs back and forth, creeping upward. I shivered and let out a small, pleased noise.

“You ready for another round?” he said, teasing.

It was tempting. Very tempting.

“It’s late.” I glanced at the red glowing numbers of the digital clock on the nightstand. “We should be getting back.”

I climbed out of bed, letting the sheet fall to the floor. Connor tugged me back against his chest and swung me around, making me squeal.

“You sure you want to get cleaned up?” He bit down lightly on my ear. “I’d love to get you dirty again.”

I flushed, unable to deny the heat rising in my belly. But it was also past noon and there was work to do. We’d already spent enough time away.

“I think I got plenty dirty last night,” I told him.

Connor let me go reluctantly and I headed to the other bedroom to get cleaned up and dressed.

As I showered and shampooed, my thoughts kept drifting to last night. Connor’s hands and lips had pulled such incredible sensations from my body. The phantom touch of his fingers caused tingles to flit along my skin. And his tongue, my god. I’d never had someone bring me to orgasm so fast or with such intensity.

But it wasn’t only the pleasure he’d given me that invaded my thoughts. It was the way he looked at me with such passion, such hunger. The way he’d gazed down upon my body with awe and wonder in his eyes. The way he’d stopped and made sure I was enjoying it, made sure to get confirmation before continuing.

Connor could have simply ripped my blouse from my chest and taken me there on the desk, and I wouldn’t have protested. Instead, he’d shown me both unrelenting passion and thoughtful care.