She wanted to confess her feelings, but she couldn’t. Did she love him? She wasn’t sure. Not sure enough to put herself out there. Not sure enough to risk being hurt again. One thing she was sure of, though. She wanted him. So she kissed him.
It was as if a dam had broken. He kissed her like he was starving, and she kissed him back the same way. Lips and tongues and teeth battled for dominance. Before she knew it he’d unzipped her dress and it fell to the floor, pooling around her ankles. The dress was backless so she hadn’t worn a bra. All she wore was a tiny navy thong. Connor held her away from him for a brief moment, just long enough to run his gaze from her head to her toes and back up again.
“Damn, you are so beautiful.” His voice was deep and husky with desire.
She landed with her back on the bed and his heavy weight on top of her. His hands caressed her breasts roughly, rolling her nipples between his fingers before letting go to feel the weight of her breast in his palm. When his mouth covered her nipple she arched to get closer.
Wrapping her legs around his hips, she discovered he still wore his suit pants. She reached between them and wrestled with his button and zipper. He left her long enough to remove the rest of his clothes and when he returned he was naked and hard. So hard, and she was so ready.
He cursed. “Condoms. They’re in my bag.”
“I’m on the pill.”
“Since when?”
“Shortly before the last time we made love. I’m protected now.”
“I’ve never had sex without a condom.”
“Do you want to?”
“With you? Oh, yeah.” His wicked smile told her how happy that made him. He spread her legs and sank one finger, then two inside her. “You’re wet. For me.”
“Yes.” She squeezed her muscles around his fingers. “For you. Now.”
He removed his fingers and drove inside her in a single thrust, then pulled out slowly before doing it again. She moaned, arching up to meet him as he pushed inside her, over and over. Their gazes met and held as he pumped in and out of her. He kept up the delicious friction until he came with a shout and she soared high, shattering into pieces as she came.
After a while he rolled them both over so she was on top. “Don’t want to squash you.”
“Hmm.” She was too satisfied to talk.
“Sierra? I’m sorry I was a jerk.”
“Did you mean it?”
He didn’t pretend to misunderstand. “Yes. I love you.”
She was quiet. She wanted to say something, but she couldn’t say she loved him until she was absolutely sure. She raised up on her elbow to look at him. “Connor, I—”
“Don’t. You don’t need to say anything.”
“But I—”
“The last thing I want is for you to tell me you love me when you don’t. Don’t tell me because you feel like you should.”
“I wasn’t going to.” She sucked in a breath and told him the truth. “You know I like you a lot. I care about you. I’m happy being with you. I don’t want this to end. But love?” She shook her head. “I’m just not sure.” When he didn’t say anything she asked, “Are you mad?”
“No. I’m glad you told me the truth. I’d much rather you do that than bullshit me.”
“I would never bullshit you about something this important.”
He pulled her head down and kissed her. “Good.”
They slept after that, in each other’s arms, waking in the middle of the night to make love again. Afterward she couldn’t go back to sleep. She kept hearing him tell her he loved her.
What made her think that Connor, an acknowledged player, would remain faithful to her when her ex-husband, who’d never been a player, hadn’t?
The thought of falling in love again scared the hell out of her.
