again in a few hours—if she could manage to wait that long.
“Okay, Misch. See you in the morning.”
“Night, hon.”
She was about to toss the phone back onto the bed when it rang again. She pressed the talk button. “What did you forget, Dylan?”
“Mischa.”
Oh, this was
so
not Dylan.
“Connor? How did you get my number?”
“I asked Alec for it.”
God, her heart was going a million miles an hour. Excitement warred with annoyance that he hadn’t gotten the message to leave her alone. If she’d wanted to talk to him, she would have returned one of his calls—she was certain it had been him trying to reach her all day.
“What’s up?” she asked.
“We need to talk.”
“What about?”
“You running out this morning.”
“Come on. You can’t tell me that bothered you.”
“I’d rather we talk in person, Mischa.”
“I’ve had a long day. I’m not up to going anywhere.”
“That won’t be necessary. I’m at your front door.”
“What?”
She stomped through the apartment, the wood floors hard under her bare feet, and flung open the door.
“What are you doing here, Connor?”
He grinned, his lush mouth quirking at the corners.
“Lovely outfit.”
She glanced down at her green towel, huffed and pulled it tighter. “You didn’t answer my question.”
“You did warn me you’d have questions.”
Why was he still grinning at her? And filling up the doorway like some sort of giant. But she wasn’t about to be intimidated.
“So?” she said, her jaw clenching.
Why did he have to look so damn gorgeous? And why did he have to be so even-tempered? The man was going to drive her crazy. Not to mention the way her nipples were hardening beneath the towel, the slight
zing
of desire between her thighs.
Stop it.
“So,” he started. “This would be easier if you’d invite me in.”
“I don’t know that I want to.”
Oh, that was a lie. She simply didn’t
want
to want to.
He stepped closer, not quite inside the door. But close enough that when she inhaled she caught a little of his dark scent.
“Obviously things didn’t end as well as I assumed they did. I thought we had a pretty splendid evening together.” He lowered his tone. “I thought you enjoyed yourself as much as I did—all three orgasms…or was it four?”
“Five,” she muttered.
“Well, then.” He paused, reached out and stroked her cheek with one big fingertip, let it rest just under her chin. “I’d thought to do it again; spend an evening together. I’d thought you might be amenable. But I can see now how five orgasms might sour your mind on me.”
He grinned at her, gave a wink, a gesture that would have been far too camp on almost any other man. On him, it was charming.
Damn it.
She sighed. “Look, Connor, I just don’t need any…complications, you know?”
That was certainly true enough. She had a lot to accomplish while she was in town. Not only was Dylan’s wedding important, but opening a new shop with Greyson could be an enormous step in securing her future. She needed to maintain her focus if she was going to make it happen.
“I would never think to complicate your life, Mischa. You and I, we’re the uncomplicated types, aren’t we? Birds of a feather.”
It was true—on the surface, anyway. Underneath, she knew she had some heavy stuff to work out. Maybe he did, too. But as far as sex went…why not? Maybe it could be that simple.
“Invite me in, Mischa.”
She blinked up at him, her head already spinning with the thought.
“Do it,” he said softly, but there was as much command in his low tone as there ever was with him.
She stepped back, held the door wide, and he moved in, closing it behind him.
He took her in his arms, leaned in to kiss her, and they had a few breathless moments in which his tongue surged into her mouth, hot and sweet, his lips soft on hers, yet demanding at the same time. Then he pulled back, held her at arm’s length.
“Oh no you
“Okay, Misch. See you in the morning.”
“Night, hon.”
She was about to toss the phone back onto the bed when it rang again. She pressed the talk button. “What did you forget, Dylan?”
“Mischa.”
Oh, this was
so
not Dylan.
“Connor? How did you get my number?”
“I asked Alec for it.”
God, her heart was going a million miles an hour. Excitement warred with annoyance that he hadn’t gotten the message to leave her alone. If she’d wanted to talk to him, she would have returned one of his calls—she was certain it had been him trying to reach her all day.
“What’s up?” she asked.
“We need to talk.”
“What about?”
“You running out this morning.”
“Come on. You can’t tell me that bothered you.”
“I’d rather we talk in person, Mischa.”
“I’ve had a long day. I’m not up to going anywhere.”
“That won’t be necessary. I’m at your front door.”
“What?”
She stomped through the apartment, the wood floors hard under her bare feet, and flung open the door.
“What are you doing here, Connor?”
He grinned, his lush mouth quirking at the corners.
“Lovely outfit.”
She glanced down at her green towel, huffed and pulled it tighter. “You didn’t answer my question.”
“You did warn me you’d have questions.”
Why was he still grinning at her? And filling up the doorway like some sort of giant. But she wasn’t about to be intimidated.
“So?” she said, her jaw clenching.
Why did he have to look so damn gorgeous? And why did he have to be so even-tempered? The man was going to drive her crazy. Not to mention the way her nipples were hardening beneath the towel, the slight
zing
of desire between her thighs.
Stop it.
“So,” he started. “This would be easier if you’d invite me in.”
“I don’t know that I want to.”
Oh, that was a lie. She simply didn’t
want
to want to.
He stepped closer, not quite inside the door. But close enough that when she inhaled she caught a little of his dark scent.
“Obviously things didn’t end as well as I assumed they did. I thought we had a pretty splendid evening together.” He lowered his tone. “I thought you enjoyed yourself as much as I did—all three orgasms…or was it four?”
“Five,” she muttered.
“Well, then.” He paused, reached out and stroked her cheek with one big fingertip, let it rest just under her chin. “I’d thought to do it again; spend an evening together. I’d thought you might be amenable. But I can see now how five orgasms might sour your mind on me.”
He grinned at her, gave a wink, a gesture that would have been far too camp on almost any other man. On him, it was charming.
Damn it.
She sighed. “Look, Connor, I just don’t need any…complications, you know?”
That was certainly true enough. She had a lot to accomplish while she was in town. Not only was Dylan’s wedding important, but opening a new shop with Greyson could be an enormous step in securing her future. She needed to maintain her focus if she was going to make it happen.
“I would never think to complicate your life, Mischa. You and I, we’re the uncomplicated types, aren’t we? Birds of a feather.”
It was true—on the surface, anyway. Underneath, she knew she had some heavy stuff to work out. Maybe he did, too. But as far as sex went…why not? Maybe it could be that simple.
“Invite me in, Mischa.”
She blinked up at him, her head already spinning with the thought.
“Do it,” he said softly, but there was as much command in his low tone as there ever was with him.
She stepped back, held the door wide, and he moved in, closing it behind him.
He took her in his arms, leaned in to kiss her, and they had a few breathless moments in which his tongue surged into her mouth, hot and sweet, his lips soft on hers, yet demanding at the same time. Then he pulled back, held her at arm’s length.
“Oh no you
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