Chapter 8

“H-hey,” Connor exclaimed with a gasp, pushing my hands away.

Apparently I hadn’t imagined reaching for that button and zipper after all. Connor stared at me, his eyes wide, his cheeks flushed red. His lips were slightly parted.

“Sorry, I—”

Connor grabbed the back of my neck and smashed our mouths together, clacking our teeth. He tried to pull back almost immediately, but I decided not to allow it. I took charge of the kiss, framing his face and softening the contact of our lips.

Hard, I was so hard. I wanted to rip off Connor’s jeans and tear off my own slacks as well. I needed him, I thought maybe I had for a long time and forced such thoughts away. All I knew was right then, pushing aside my feelings and my desire for him seemed completely stupid.

I lay him flat on the bed and covered him with my body. I devoured his lips, now that I had him here with me, kissing me back, his body writhing beneath mine, I intended to take full advantage of the opportunity.