Live Without Regret (A Touch of Fate) (11 page)

Nibbling on my bottom lip, he slowly pulls back. “You’re mind-blowing,” he says, peppering kisses anywhere and everywhere he can find a place to kiss. My heart swells painfully inside my chest.

I’m actually beginning to wonder if my broken heart was ever really broken to begin with. Because what I feel for Connor in just a few shorts days is so much more than I ever felt for Tyson. Maybe he isn’t piecing my heart back together at all, maybe Connor is stealing my heart one little chunk at a time.

I smile to myself when his lips lock around my nipple. “Is it too soon to do the ‘over and over and over again’ you were talking about?” he mumbles.

Arching my back, I offer him every bit of my body…and quite possibly my heart. “Absolutely not,” I say. “In fact, the sooner the better. What are you waiting for?”

In the blink of an eye, my body is flying through the air as Connor flips me over. Wrapping an arm around my stomach, he pulls me up onto all fours and smacks my ass.

I suck in a sharp breath and arch my back. The sting of his skin slapping mine isn’t at all what I expected. It doesn’t hurt, and surprisingly I want more. Wiggling my ass, I urge him to do it again.

“Of course you like that,” he murmurs, giving me what I want. Connor’s hand swiftly connects with my ass again, and then he rubs the area gently before sliding his hand up my back. His fingers skate across the base of my neck, sweeping my hair to the side, and then his touch falters.

“
Alis volat propriis
,” he whispers.

“You found it.” My words come out husky and breathless. I’m anxious to get this out of the way so we can get back to that ass smacking.

“What does it mean?”

“She flies with her own wings.”

“It’s beautiful. I love it.”

“Thank you,” I say, pushing my ass into his groin, hoping he gets the hint.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he breathes, fisting his hand in my hair.

Connor tugs gently, tilting my head back, and a tiny whimper falls from my mouth. Whatever game we’ve been playing, Connor just won.

“W
here do you think you’re going?” Tightening my grip on Brittany, I pull her warm, naked body against mine. Her tight little ass pushes against my cock. My body is sated to the point of blissful relaxation and there is no way I’m getting hard again. Although I’m half tempted to see if she’d let me try.

Brittany chuckles, allowing her body to melt into mine. She’s all soft curves and silky smooth skin, and I could touch her forever. “Don’t you have to work today?” she asks.

“Yes.” I kiss the soft spot under her ear. Her shoulders scrunch up, a wave of goose bumps popping out along her skin. I fucking love that I can do that to her. “My first client doesn’t come in until noon. So we still have”—craning my neck, I look at the clock—“two hours.”

“I wish,” she says, rolling over. “I promised I’d have brunch with my mom.”

“Brunch? Do people really have brunch?”

“Yes,” she says, shoving playfully at my chest. “Well, I think they do.” She furrows her brow. “Or maybe just my mom and I do. Anyway, I’m supposed to meet her at ten-thirty, and I really should get home and shower beforehand.”

I smirk. “What, you don’t want to go with that fresh I-just-had-the-best-sex-of-my-life look?”

“No,” she says, laughing. “As far as I’m concerned, my mother can keep believing I’m a virgin.”

“Riiiiight.” Trailing my lips down her neck, I suck lightly. “Maybe I should leave you with a parting gift?”

Brittany springs from the bed so fast I don’t even have time to react. “Oh hell no,” she says, holding her hands out.

Seriously? Like that could stop me. But it’s cute that she thinks it could. Sweeping my eyes down her naked body, I take a moment to stare at her.

She glances down as though she just realized she’s in her birthday suit. “Crap,” she hisses, covering her gorgeous tits with her arm. Bending down, she looks around, presumably for her clothes.

Flinging the sheet off, I climb out of bed, tug her arm away from her chest, and haul her in close. “Don’t hide from me,” I say, running my fingertips along her chest. Her eyes drift down, watching my hand as I brush my fingers across the swell of each breast. “Not after what we just did.” Placing a finger under her chin, I lift her face to meet mine. “Your body is perfect. I should know, since I just spent hours worshiping every single inch of it. In fact, what are your plans for tonight? Because there are a few spots I’d like to examine a little closer.”

Brittany shivers, a light flush infusing her cheeks. I can’t help but wonder what it would take to make her flush like that all over. I think I have an idea, but it’ll have to wait until tonight.

My fingers skate down her chest, flicking at her nipple before squeezing it gently. I swear I hear Brittany purr. Apparently, that’s all it takes to make my cock hard again. Okay, who am I kidding? It was full-on throbbing the second her naked ass jumped out of the bed, putting all of her glorious curves on display. But now…now I’m rock solid, and the object of my affection is trying to leave.

Out of nowhere, Brittany starts laughing. She pulls back just enough to look down at my straining erection. “No.” Shaking her head, she places both hands on my chest and nudges me away. “I have to go. If I miss brunch, my mother will know that something is up and she won’t stop until she figures out what it is.”

“Something is up,” I say, waggling my eyebrows. Like a predator stalking its prey, I take a measured step toward her.

“Connor,” she warns, stepping back. “Don’t touch me.”

I stop dead in my tracks. No means
no,
and I don’t take something like that lightly. I just don’t like hearing it come from her mouth. “Why can’t I touch you?”

“Because my body craves your body, and if you put your hands on me, I won’t leave. I’ll stay and let you fuck me, loving every second of it, but I really need to go.”

“I love that answer, baby.” Bending down, I pick up her shirt and toss it at her. “You have two seconds to put that on or I’m gonna pounce.” Brittany giggles, tugging the shirt over her head. Grabbing my shorts off the floor, I slip them on and adjust my dick. “Can I touch you now?”

She nods, almost shyly, and takes a step toward me. Slipping her fingers in the waistband of my shorts, she pulls me toward her. I snake my arms around her waist. “What time do you get off?”

Her warm body is pressed against mine, but I can’t seem to think about anything other than the fact that she isn’t wearing pants—or underwear. All I need to do is brush my fingers along her pussy, find her clit, and she’ll be mine for the next two hours.

“Connor.” Fingers snap in front of my face, pulling me from my thoughts.

“Huh?”

“I asked what time you get off tonight.”

“Oh, ummm”—I run a hand down my face, trying to focus on her question—“my last client is at four. I should be done by five-thirty.”

“Perfect,” she says, kissing my cheek. “I was thinking I could make you supper.”

“What are you going to make?”

“I’m not sure yet. I’ll surprise you. Is there anything you don’t like?”

“Are you kidding?” I say, laughing. “Hell no. I’ll eat just about anything.”

Brittany smiles, giving me a soft kiss before she starts rummaging around for the rest of her clothes. I watch her get dressed, all the while wondering how strange it is that I’m already missing the feel of her body against mine.

Get a grip, Connor.
She’s two feet away, and you’ll see her tonight.

“Okay.” She smooths her hands down the front of her wrinkled shirt. “I’ll see you tonight?”

“Yep. My place or yours?”

“Yours. Casey will be home, and if you come to our place, we’ll never get rid of her.” With one last peck on the cheek, Brittany is out of my bedroom and moving down the hall at a fast clip. Following behind her, I open the door and smack her ass as she walks out.

Twirling around, she points a finger at me. The smirk on her face tells me that she isn’t actually mad. I’d bet just about anything that she secretly enjoyed it.

P
oking my head around the shower curtain, I listen carefully. I swear I just heard someone knock on my door. A few seconds pass and I hear it again. “Shit.” Turning off the shower, I grab a towel and wrap it around me, knotting it at the waist. The knock becomes more insistent, and I pick up my pace in case it’s Brittany and she forgot something. I skid to a halt, nearly falling flat on my ass as I yank open the front door.

My shoulders deflate when I find Logan standing in my doorway. “Hey.”

“Don’t sound so excited to see me,” she says, pushing her way into my house. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were hoping I was someone else.”

“As a matter of fact,” I say, shutting the door behind her, “I
was
hoping you were someone else.”

She winces, feigning pain. “Ouch. No wonder you haven’t called me back.” Cocking her hip, Logan narrows her eyes. “What’s her name and how long until I get my best friend back? And why in the hell am I just hearing about her now?”

“You called?” Brushing past Logan, I walk into the kitchen and grab my phone off the counter. Sure enough, I’ve missed three calls since last night. I should probably feel bad, but I don’t. Mainly because I was too preoccupied enjoying who I was with. “Her name is Brittany. You’re just now hearing about her because we’ve only been seeing each other for a few days, and what makes you think it won’t last long?”

“Because it won’t.” Logan walks over and stands next to me. “It never does. You gave up fucking and started dating, but your standards are too high. No woman ever measures up.”

“What’s wrong with a guy wanting a smart, sexy, funny, caring woman who has dreams and goals and actually goes after them?” I ask, feeling more than a little put off by her assessment that Brittany and I won’t work out. “Why shouldn’t I wait for a woman with all of those qualities?”

Logan’s face softens, and I remind myself she’s just looking out for me. Plus, I’ll just have to prove her wrong. Leaning down, I press a kiss to her cheek. “Besides, you’re all of those things.”

“Ooh, you’re good,” she says, wrapping her arms around my stomach. “So this Brittany…she’s all of those things?”