CHAPTER 17
I’m not ready for this to end yet, she’d said. The words wouldn’t stop replaying in Connor’s head. Delaney had sounded drunk, but he knew she wasn’t. Whatever she was feeling…it was something honest.
Sober.
Real?
He wasn’t sure. He was sure he felt it too.
Connor leaned his damp forehead against the wall above Delaney’s shoulder, inhaling the sweet scent of her shampoo, his whole world reduced to her curves, her warmth. She’d driven him damn near out of his mind.
Or, rather, out of his head.
Kissing her? Nothing else was left for worry. Touching her? He couldn’t focus on anything beyond her tender skin. f*****g her?
He swallowed and his throat stuck. f*****g her was like nothing he’d ever experienced, Katherine included.
Katherine. Included.
For a second, it turned his
