Chapter 22
I was weak. Desperate? No. Weak? Hell, yes. I wanted him and something about the demanding man who bared his soul to me turned me on more than his touch had. And that was saying something.
He hadn’t acknowledged my confession, but maybe that was for the best. If he could brush over me admitting that I was falling in love with him then I knew he didn’t feel the same, but he wasn’t running scared either.
Charred food filled the air, reminding me of the dinner I’d seen on the stove when I came in. “Dinner. I’m sorry, I ruined it.”
“f**k dinner. I’m having you.” Connor yanked me with him to the kitchen where he turned off the heat and left the pans smoldering on the burners. He pulled me behind him again as he approached the hallway, his hand hot and firm in mine. He wasn’t lett
