entire body, kissing her along the way. With the water cascading down their bodies, he then cupped her bum, picked her up, and made love to her again. It was one of the most sensual experiences in Emily’s life.
Afterwards, he dried her off, and it made her want him even more.
Hovering just above her lips, he said, “We’d better stop, otherwise you’ll never get to work.”
She nodded with a sigh.
They got dressed, and while she headed back to the bathroom to fix up her hair, she heard him in the kitchen. In the distance, she heard him talking to Boomer which made her laugh as she remembered his comment: One female at a time.
He stuck his head into the bedroom, holding up a can of cat food. “Is that for your kitty cat?”
She nodded, and he disappeared again.
A couple of minutes later, she joined him in the kitchen, finding him opening and closing cupboards.
“Can I help you?”
He didn’t turn, but simply said, “Coffee?”
“Sorry, no coffee in this house.”
Connor turned and gave her a sad look. She bit her lip.
“No coffee?”
The way he stood there, shoulders sagged, eyes wide open in disbelieve, she nearly burst into laughter, but held back and simply shook her head.
Dragging a hand through his hair, he asked, “How do you survive?”
She blushed.
“Not one of the talkative ones in the morning, are you?”
“I love my tea.” Then she whispered, “Who needs coffee after a night like this anyway?”
He laughed and pulled her in for another kiss. When he put some distance between them, he whispered against her ear, “You really need to go. Lunch, which is yesterday’s leftover, is over there.”
He leaned back and pointed to the table.
“Hey, thank you,” she said as she placed a kiss on his cheek. “I’ll have you stay here any time.”
Giving her a slow nod, he said, “I might just do that.”
Then he left, leaving her with doubts that she still lived in the past and would end up hurt.
But all she wanted was to enjoy the little time, however long he’d stay in Fermosa Bay, with him. Finally be with him. Let them call her a dreamer; she couldn’t care less.
***
All the way back to Jack’s house, Connor couldn’t help but think about Emily and the way her body had made him feel. Although he knew it wasn’t fair, he thought of Harriet and how sex had been so straightforward. Like a duty in a relationship. With Emily he’d had fun, they’d laughed, explored, and pleased.
He wondered, though, whether she was a fling to him while he was here. Or on the flip side, was he the childhood crush she had to get out of her head?
Somewhere along the way, he’d started thinking about her as more than only a fling. Within that last week, she’d caught his heart, and he wasn’t able to let go either.
He parked Jack’s car and went into the house.
“Good morning, Son.” Jack’s voice echoed from the kitchen. “Just in time for coffee.”
A smile tugged on Connor’s lips as he headed towards the kitchen. Jack studied him, and a slow smile spread across his face.
“It seems you’ve inherited your mother’s charm. Just don’t hurt little Emmy.”
Connor wasn’t sure what to think when he heard Jack using a nickname for Emily. Obviously, Emily was more important to the old man than he let show.
“I…”
Jack held up his hand. “Your business, not mine.”
Connor poured himself some coffee and sat opposite his father. “Jack, why did you ask me to come here?”
There was a long sigh followed by some coughing. Connor helped himself to some milk and sugar.
“When you and your mother left, and yes…she took you away from me, apparently life at the coast was too dangerous…”
Connor instinctively touched his scar. “The fall by the rocks?”
The old man nodded. “It was the perfect excuse for her.” He stood and walked over to the window, leaning on the bench with both hands, his shoulders hunched. He looked even older than he already had. “We
Afterwards, he dried her off, and it made her want him even more.
Hovering just above her lips, he said, “We’d better stop, otherwise you’ll never get to work.”
She nodded with a sigh.
They got dressed, and while she headed back to the bathroom to fix up her hair, she heard him in the kitchen. In the distance, she heard him talking to Boomer which made her laugh as she remembered his comment: One female at a time.
He stuck his head into the bedroom, holding up a can of cat food. “Is that for your kitty cat?”
She nodded, and he disappeared again.
A couple of minutes later, she joined him in the kitchen, finding him opening and closing cupboards.
“Can I help you?”
He didn’t turn, but simply said, “Coffee?”
“Sorry, no coffee in this house.”
Connor turned and gave her a sad look. She bit her lip.
“No coffee?”
The way he stood there, shoulders sagged, eyes wide open in disbelieve, she nearly burst into laughter, but held back and simply shook her head.
Dragging a hand through his hair, he asked, “How do you survive?”
She blushed.
“Not one of the talkative ones in the morning, are you?”
“I love my tea.” Then she whispered, “Who needs coffee after a night like this anyway?”
He laughed and pulled her in for another kiss. When he put some distance between them, he whispered against her ear, “You really need to go. Lunch, which is yesterday’s leftover, is over there.”
He leaned back and pointed to the table.
“Hey, thank you,” she said as she placed a kiss on his cheek. “I’ll have you stay here any time.”
Giving her a slow nod, he said, “I might just do that.”
Then he left, leaving her with doubts that she still lived in the past and would end up hurt.
But all she wanted was to enjoy the little time, however long he’d stay in Fermosa Bay, with him. Finally be with him. Let them call her a dreamer; she couldn’t care less.
***
All the way back to Jack’s house, Connor couldn’t help but think about Emily and the way her body had made him feel. Although he knew it wasn’t fair, he thought of Harriet and how sex had been so straightforward. Like a duty in a relationship. With Emily he’d had fun, they’d laughed, explored, and pleased.
He wondered, though, whether she was a fling to him while he was here. Or on the flip side, was he the childhood crush she had to get out of her head?
Somewhere along the way, he’d started thinking about her as more than only a fling. Within that last week, she’d caught his heart, and he wasn’t able to let go either.
He parked Jack’s car and went into the house.
“Good morning, Son.” Jack’s voice echoed from the kitchen. “Just in time for coffee.”
A smile tugged on Connor’s lips as he headed towards the kitchen. Jack studied him, and a slow smile spread across his face.
“It seems you’ve inherited your mother’s charm. Just don’t hurt little Emmy.”
Connor wasn’t sure what to think when he heard Jack using a nickname for Emily. Obviously, Emily was more important to the old man than he let show.
“I…”
Jack held up his hand. “Your business, not mine.”
Connor poured himself some coffee and sat opposite his father. “Jack, why did you ask me to come here?”
There was a long sigh followed by some coughing. Connor helped himself to some milk and sugar.
“When you and your mother left, and yes…she took you away from me, apparently life at the coast was too dangerous…”
Connor instinctively touched his scar. “The fall by the rocks?”
The old man nodded. “It was the perfect excuse for her.” He stood and walked over to the window, leaning on the bench with both hands, his shoulders hunched. He looked even older than he already had. “We
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