Chapter Twenty-Two
Connor waited tosee what she’d say. If his answer didn’t matter then why was she asking? In fact, whywasshe asking?
She gazed at him for a long moment. “No. It doesn’t matter. I don’t care what she was or is to you.” She stepped forward, threw herself against his chest, and kissed him. Surprise held him still and then he was holding her and kissing her with a passion that exploded like a blazing fire between them. She began to strip and he helped her out of her jacket, then wrestled with the buttons on her shirt. “Let me,” she said, between kisses, and ripped it off over her head. They stumbled toward the bedroom, flinging her clothes everywhere along the way. He unhooked her bra and flung it away. She paused long enough to wiggle out of her jeans and drop them where she stood.
Since Connor only wore jeans he waited until he’d tossed her on the bed to strip them off. The cautious part of him wondered if he was making a mistake but the part of him that wanted her more than his next breath didn’t give a damn.
Sierra had rid herself of her panties, which was all she’d been wearing by the time they reached the bedroom. “God, you’re so beautiful,” he said, landing on the bed beside her.
She wrapped her arms around his neck. “Shut up and kiss me.”
He did, plunging his tongue into her mouth to taste, to tease, to tempt both himself and her. Bare skin against bare skin, he inhaled her, the fragrance that was uniquely Sierra, fresh and sassy, yet seductive as hell. He ran his hands down her body, dipping his fingers inside her, caressing her clit until he sent her to a screaming orgasm.
“Oh, God, I’ve missed you so much,” she said, after she regained her breath.
“I’ve missed you too. Every day, every hour. I can’t sleep, I can’t eat, all I think about is you.”
“Then take me.” She whispered wicked instructions to him and he took them, driving into her in a near frenzy. He pumped inside her, pulled almost all the way out, then thrust inside her again and again. When he couldn’t hold back any more he let loose in a torrent, groaning her name as he came. Moments later he felt her tighten around him and she said his name as she came again.
When he could breathe he rolled onto his back, taking Sierra with him. “Why did we think it was a good idea to break up?”
“Stupidity?”
He laughed, caressing her back as she looked at him. “Yeah, since it was mostly my idea I can claim that.”
“I can too. I missed you so much. Not just the sex but you. I missed being with you, talking to you, simply being together even if we weren’t talking.”
He kissed her slowly and possessively. She kissed him back the same way. This time they made love slowly, running their hands over each other, taking time to touch, to taste, to enjoy every aspect. Sometime later she asked, “I came over to ask you something but I uh, got distracted.”
“If this is what happens when you’re distracted remind me to distract you more often. But what were you going to ask?”
She sat up, stuffing a pillow behind her back against the headboard. He grinned when she pulled the sheet up to cover herself. Speaking of distracting. He sat up halfway, leaning on his arm, he propped his head on his hand. “Fire away,” he said when she remained silent.
“It’s what I asked when I came in. Who was that woman you were with at the coffee shop? Was she a date?”
He told her the truth, not even tempted to tease her. “No. She’s an old friend. An old married friend.”
She drew in a deep breath and exhaled. “Thank God.”
“I was never going to date anyone else. I just said it because I was pissed. I don’t want anyone else, Sierra. Only you.” Would he regret being so honest? No. She’d come to him and admitted she missed him. Made love with him. The least he could do was be honest with her.
“I’m sorry I didn’t make Phil leave sooner. I should have. I never intended to go back to him.”
“Really? It seemed like you were thinking about it.”
“I did. For about thirty seconds.”
“I was afraid you were still in love with him.”
“No. I stopped loving him a long time ago. The problem was, I didn’t realize it at first. I can’t trust him. Once that trust is broken it’s hard to get it back.”
“It’s hard to get back with anyone once that happens.”
“You sound like it’s happened to you.”
“It did. A long time ago.”
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