Raven was afraid that he didn’t have a positive reply to make to her.
“In answer to your question,” Connor told her, “I’d like to have you as my boss. Fact is, I hope you decide to come out west and give life on the Lazy L a try.”
“Is that an invitation?” she asked him.
“Close as you’ll get to an invitation from one of your hands, ma’am.”
This is crazy, Raven thought, as she opened the door to her studio apartment and ushered Connor inside with her.
One thing had led to another on the way home. It had started to pour down rain outside and Connor had offered to drive her back to her place in his truck. She was surprised when he picked up her bike and lifted it into the bed of his truck in one fluid motion. He had strength that she wasn’t even aware of, and when the rain got his long hair wet, Raven could feel the butterflies starting deep in the pit of her stomach as she looked at his handsome face.
Now this beautiful, strong, sensitive man who she had only known for two hours was in her apartment, and she knew she didn’t want him to leave.
“Thanks for helping me back, Connor.”
“You’ll be okay after you dry out some,” he told her and turned back for the door.
Raven put her hand on the door in a self-conscious bid to keep him from leaving. “Why don’t you stay,” she told him.
“Stay?”
“Yes.” She took her hand off the door quickly and cleared her throat, feeling like a complete idiot. “I could make us some coffee.”
“Do you make good coffee?”
“No,” came her honest reply.
He laughed, and she could not help but to laugh with him. His smile was so beautiful and perfect, she knew she wanted him right then and there, and it had been so long since she had felt this way about a man. In fact, she had never felt this way about a man before.
He moved to her and touched her for the first time. He was almost a foot taller than she was and had to bend to kiss her. She let her hands rest against his chest and felt the tightly knotted muscles.
“You’re the boss now, Raven,” he said, kissing down her neck and whispering in her ear. “If you want me to stay, then I’ll stay.”
His hands were feeling down her long angular body, and she wrapped her arms around his back and held him to her. Her head was swimming and she couldn’t think. All she could do was take in the feel of Connor against her, the taste of his lips, and even his smell, which was a faint mix of tobacco and cologne, but arousing all the same.
His hands were on her butt, and one of them slid underneath the back of her jeans. She opened her mouth and was sticking her tongue into his mouth, tasting his saliva and playing with his tongue.
Then she felt the huge bulge from his jeans, and a shock of adrenaline ran through her. He was impressive. Even under the fabric of his jeans she could feel how hard and large he was. Her legs started to go weak. Her pussy became hot and wet and started to swell with desire.
This was so crazy. She didn’t know this man. When she first met him two and a half hours ago, she thought he was a creep, and now here she was with him in her apartment and in his arms, and she was feeling him up under his jeans. She knew she must be losing it for sure.
She looked up at him and was going to say no, but when she met his deep blue eyes she realized she could not. She wrapped her arms around him again, opened her mouth to his, and began tasting him anew.
They fell on top of the bed together. The bed was a foldout couch, but she never had it made into a couch. She was very glad it was still made into a bed at that moment.
She reached under his shirt and lifted it over his head, her desperate need forcing her to move fast and sure.
Their hands left each other for just a minute as he rolled off the bed to kick off his boots. She used the time to remove her blouse, and from her position on the edge of the bed she shrugged out of her jeans.
As she removed her bra and panties,