The Perfect Mistake (The Connovan Chronicles #2)

by Olivia Hayle

“I can’t think when you’re around,” he mutters. He kisses my neck, down to the slim strap of my little red dress. “It’s fucking infuriating.” “What do you think it’s been like for me?” I murmur. There’s not enough air between us, and still far too much. I push my hand inside the tight collar of his shirt, trying to reach his skin. Anything to touch and to get closer. He tugs the strap of my dress down, kissing my collarbone. His lips burn. “I need you all the time,” he admits. “I hate you a bit for that, sweetheart. For making me need someone again.” I run my hand through his hair. “I know. I feel it, too.” “Don’t flirt with other men,” he admonishes. “Then don’t tell me this is just sex.” His lips brush mine. “It’s not just sex,” he says. “And so help me, I don’t want it to be. I do want to make you mine.” I kiss him, and he groans against my lips, his hands tugging at my dress. I help him, ruching the fabric up to my waist. He rests me against the edge of a desk and kisses me so deeply, I can’t catch a breath. “Then do it,” I say, reaching for his belt buckle. “I don’t care if the odds are against us. I just want you.” His breathing is hard, and he shifts to stroke between my legs, over the thin fabric of my panties. “You’re wet.” “Yeah.” “Fuck. Here, let me⁠—” The door opens, and a bright light shines into the darkened space. In the doorway, the illuminated shape of a familiar person. “Isabel?” Connie asks cheerfully. Then she freezes, seeing Alec and me together.