And just as I start to lose myself completely, I do the only rational thing left to do.
I shove him away.
My breath rasps in and out of my lungs as I turn my head.
I can’t look at him.
Can’t acknowledge what just happened.
His pants fill my ears.
From my peripheral vision, his jaw is tight, eyes burning into me.
I swallow, not wanting to acknowledge the kiss and my role in it, but feeling like I need to saysomething.
"That…" My voice shakes.
Damn it. Be strong.
I clear my throat, trying again. "That… was a mistake."
He doesn’t say anything, just watches me like he knows I’m lying.
Like he knows I want him.
14
CONNOR
Allie pushed me for days.
She was in her element, playing her little games.
And I let her, because I thought I had control.
But then I snapped.
I pinned her down and kissed her like I owned her.
Made her moan into my mouth until she shoved me away.
And to make matters worse, she called it a mistake.
Even though I know she’s lying, it fucking hurts.
I’ve been infatuated with this woman since the day I swung a hockey stick at her head.
I’ve been obsessed with her since she opened her mouth at Harper’s bachelorette party and out wafted the voice of an angel.
Deep down, I know I’m under her skin.
I rattled her with that kiss.
I know she feels this intense attraction burning between us.
The signs are all there.
And if worse comes to worst… I can always kidnap her like Ford did with Harper.
