He nodded. “Definitely.” He kissed my shoulder yet again. “Do you know what I’ve been itching to do, all day?”
“No. What?”
“Get you out of this dress.” He rolled on top of me, his eyes warm.
“You’ve been missing the scar on my hip, huh?” I teased. He still touched it obsessively.
“Yep. Just the scar.” He kissed my throat.
Then my collarbone.
Then my sternum, since the rest of me was covered.
I rolled over, lifting myself up on my hands and knees to give him more space to work. He sat up enough to undo the buttons that went up the entire back of my dress.
Connor started with the top one, and slowly made his way down my spine. His lips followed the trail his fingers made, and by the time he finished the last one, I was ready to roll over and have my way with him.
He tugged the dress down my thighs. As soon as it was free, he slid beneath my legs. I gasped as his tongue met my clit, his hands opening me up wider.
“You’re insane,” I moaned, my fingers tightening on the pillows.
“You love it,” he rumbled against me.
“I really do.”
He was right—going to the pack’s book club meeting was the best decision I’d ever made.
epilogue
CONNOR—A FEW MONTHS LATER
“What’s the celebratory cake for?”I asked, dipping my finger in the frosting on Zoe’s slice. I’d just gotten home from work, and found her sitting at the kitchen table.
The rest of the cake was behind her plate, the frosting electric green this time.
“Finn told Emmy that I finally finished fixing the pack’s books.” She cut a bite of cake with her fork and handed it to me.
“Guess that’s why it’s green.” I leaned over the table and kissed her slowly before pulling away. “How did your meetings go?”
“Surprisingly well. I got two more clients.”
I whistled. “Taking Moon Ridge by storm.”
“You bet.” She handed me the fork again. “I put pasta on the stove. And I made another plan.”
“I’m stunned. You, planning?”
She smiled. “Shut up. It’s a good one, this time.”
“Your plans are always good.”
“True. Especially the mate one.”
“That was your best,” I agreed. “What’s this plan?”
“I’m thinking we need a honeymoon.”
“Maybe this one will be my second favorite, then.”
