doesn’t surprise me, he chooses the baked ziti and I get
the chicken marsala. Michelle and Connor ordered lasagna and manicotti, then we
ask for extra bread. What can I say? I love my carbs.
Sly and Michelle continue their flirty banter throughout
dinner, while Connor seems to keep quiet mostly unless he is asked a direct
question. Connor is attentive to me, constantly keeping a hand on my thigh or
brushing my hair behind my ear. He even leans over to place a chaste kiss
behind my ear that makes me have anything but chaste thoughts.
Sly watches our interactions with a brotherly eye. Turning
to Michelle, he says, “I see what you mean. Rocker Boy is a little grabby
handed with our girl.”
“I told you. Know what surprises
me? The fact that our girl seems to like it.” Michelle smirks. “She’s turning
into quite the little vixen when we aren’t around.”
~
Connor tells Michelle and Sly to go on ahead of us through
the front of Rivers. He has arranged for them to get in cover free like he did
last weekend at Silver. He says that he had to help the guys set up a few
things backstage, so I went along with him.
Walking down the back alley with Connor brings back a few
memories of my last walk down one of the dark alleyways. We stop right beside
the door to the back entrance when Connor gently pushes my back against the
wall. “Sweetness, I have wanted to taste that mouth of yours again all week.
I’m sorry I couldn’t contain myself at your place.” He leans down whispering in
my ear. His lips are brushing against the sensitive spot behind my ear that he
kissed in the restaurant.
I moan at the feeling of his stubble against my skin. He
didn’t shave before he came over tonight, and I love it. My hands grasp his
hips, pulling him closer to me. I want to taste him again too.
“Connor.” I sigh.
His lips trail a path up my jaw to the corner of my lips.
“Yes, Sweetness. Do you need something?” He asks before his mouth crashes down
on mine. His tongue begs entrance by tracing the seam of my lips. I open for
him, inviting him in. My tongue tentatively enters his mouth. Tasting him,
caressing his tongue. He tastes of wine and coffee. A guttural groan vibrates
deep within his chest. Connor’s hands come up, settling in my hair, pulling my
head back. I arch up on my toes to try to get impossibly closer to him. I can
feel his arousal through his jeans pressing into my abdomen. This should
frighten me, but it only fuels the desire growing deep inside. I whimper,
helpless to the onslaught of his mouth dancing with mine.
Connor suddenly breaks our kiss with a sharp inhale of
breath. “Damn, woman. You are trying to kill me here.” He leans down, rubbing
his nose over my cheek. His breathing is as ragged as my own. I feel empowered
that I have affected him as much as I have.
I can’t get my voice to work. I just stare up at him. I am
so glad that the wall behind me is holding me up, and I have Connor’s body
pressed against my front. I know I would surely fall.
“Let’s go on in before I take you right here, right now,
against the bricks. And trust me, Sweetness, that is not how I want it to go.”
Connor straightens himself up to his full height, then adjusts his pants, I
suppress a giggle knowing that it was me that made him be in that predicament.
I’m sure Seth and Wade would have something smart to say about it. Marcus
hasn’t really talked to me much since that night at Silver, even when I’ve been
over at Connor’s for the band’s practice. “Go on, laugh at me. Don’t think I
won’t do it, either.”
I look down at my shoes. His words don’t make me feel
threatened; they make me feel truly wanted. “Alright, I want to get back to
Michelle and Sly. He’s only here until Sunday, and I need to spend some time
with him.” I stand up on my tiptoes kissing Connor squarely on the lips. This
is the first kiss I initiated, it doesn’t go unnoticed by him either as he
tries to deepen the kiss
the chicken marsala. Michelle and Connor ordered lasagna and manicotti, then we
ask for extra bread. What can I say? I love my carbs.
Sly and Michelle continue their flirty banter throughout
dinner, while Connor seems to keep quiet mostly unless he is asked a direct
question. Connor is attentive to me, constantly keeping a hand on my thigh or
brushing my hair behind my ear. He even leans over to place a chaste kiss
behind my ear that makes me have anything but chaste thoughts.
Sly watches our interactions with a brotherly eye. Turning
to Michelle, he says, “I see what you mean. Rocker Boy is a little grabby
handed with our girl.”
“I told you. Know what surprises
me? The fact that our girl seems to like it.” Michelle smirks. “She’s turning
into quite the little vixen when we aren’t around.”
~
Connor tells Michelle and Sly to go on ahead of us through
the front of Rivers. He has arranged for them to get in cover free like he did
last weekend at Silver. He says that he had to help the guys set up a few
things backstage, so I went along with him.
Walking down the back alley with Connor brings back a few
memories of my last walk down one of the dark alleyways. We stop right beside
the door to the back entrance when Connor gently pushes my back against the
wall. “Sweetness, I have wanted to taste that mouth of yours again all week.
I’m sorry I couldn’t contain myself at your place.” He leans down whispering in
my ear. His lips are brushing against the sensitive spot behind my ear that he
kissed in the restaurant.
I moan at the feeling of his stubble against my skin. He
didn’t shave before he came over tonight, and I love it. My hands grasp his
hips, pulling him closer to me. I want to taste him again too.
“Connor.” I sigh.
His lips trail a path up my jaw to the corner of my lips.
“Yes, Sweetness. Do you need something?” He asks before his mouth crashes down
on mine. His tongue begs entrance by tracing the seam of my lips. I open for
him, inviting him in. My tongue tentatively enters his mouth. Tasting him,
caressing his tongue. He tastes of wine and coffee. A guttural groan vibrates
deep within his chest. Connor’s hands come up, settling in my hair, pulling my
head back. I arch up on my toes to try to get impossibly closer to him. I can
feel his arousal through his jeans pressing into my abdomen. This should
frighten me, but it only fuels the desire growing deep inside. I whimper,
helpless to the onslaught of his mouth dancing with mine.
Connor suddenly breaks our kiss with a sharp inhale of
breath. “Damn, woman. You are trying to kill me here.” He leans down, rubbing
his nose over my cheek. His breathing is as ragged as my own. I feel empowered
that I have affected him as much as I have.
I can’t get my voice to work. I just stare up at him. I am
so glad that the wall behind me is holding me up, and I have Connor’s body
pressed against my front. I know I would surely fall.
“Let’s go on in before I take you right here, right now,
against the bricks. And trust me, Sweetness, that is not how I want it to go.”
Connor straightens himself up to his full height, then adjusts his pants, I
suppress a giggle knowing that it was me that made him be in that predicament.
I’m sure Seth and Wade would have something smart to say about it. Marcus
hasn’t really talked to me much since that night at Silver, even when I’ve been
over at Connor’s for the band’s practice. “Go on, laugh at me. Don’t think I
won’t do it, either.”
I look down at my shoes. His words don’t make me feel
threatened; they make me feel truly wanted. “Alright, I want to get back to
Michelle and Sly. He’s only here until Sunday, and I need to spend some time
with him.” I stand up on my tiptoes kissing Connor squarely on the lips. This
is the first kiss I initiated, it doesn’t go unnoticed by him either as he
tries to deepen the kiss
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