Echoes Of The Past (Fermosa Bay #1) by Iris Blobel Read Free Book Online Page B

whispered, and his eyes flew open. “I know,” she repeated as she brushed his lips with hers.
    They moved into her bedroom, and the corners of his mouth twitched in the attempt to hold back a smile when he took in the chaos.
    “Ignore it,” she pleaded.
    He laughed. “Doing my best.”
    Resting against his chest, she murmured, “Connor, it’s been a while.”
    It took him a moment to understand and although he was surprised at her honesty, it fit into the picture he had of her.
    Nodding, he pulled her even closer, kissed her lips, her jaw, left a trail of kisses along her neck…and stopped to let out a long sigh.
    “What’s wrong?” she asked, her voice mirroring the tension she probably felt.
    Looking down at his feet, he replied, “I’m good, but even I have to say no when it comes to two females. One at a time, please.”
    Boomer had followed them into the room and was happily purring as she rubbed against his legs.
    Emily burst into laughter, giggled a sorry as he scooped up the cat, took her outside of the bedroom, and quickly closed the door behind them.
    Stepping closer to her, he hooked his finger into the top of her dress and gently pulled her closer. “Let’s work on this happy ending.”

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Four
     
     
    When Emily woke the next morning, she turned and found Connor lying next to her on his stomach, with his hand possessively draped around her waist and their legs entwined. When she met his gaze, a smile appeared on his face, and he pulled her closer towards him as he rolled to his side. She loved it, and even more so, she appreciated he was still in her bed.
    Making love to him had been more than she’d ever expected in her wildest dreams. The moment he’d opened the door for her a few days earlier, all her feelings had come up within her. Despite telling herself that she’d created a fantasy by thinking she’d loved him, and always had, the moment he’d stood in front of her that day, her whole body had reacted. Of course, she’d momentarily been disappointed that he hadn’t remembered her, but the Connor she’d known as a seven-year-old boy had grown into a sexy and handsome man. She’d cursed herself over the next few days for being so naïve, thinking about him non-stop, nursing a childhood crush, but then he’d taken her into his arms at the beach. The simple kiss on her forehead had nearly melted her into a puddle.
    Last night, he’d been so gentle and sweet, so careful, yet demanding, her heart had about exploded. She’d hardly been able to contain all her feelings for him, and had fallen in love with him all over again.
    Or more accurately, fallen in love with the adult Connor.
    She only wished she knew how he felt about her.
    Carefully, she placed her finger on his face, traced his lips, his eyebrows, and the little scar he still had from falling all those years ago.
    “Good morning,” he whispered as he pulled her even closer. His breath caressed her skin and she’d never thought the morning after could be so erotic, so sensual.
    “Morning,” she replied with a smile. A smile she believed she wouldn’t be able to take off her face for the next few months.
    He checked the time on his watch. “Need to go to work?”
    Burying her head into his neck, she replied, “One more minute of this.”
    His laugh was music to her ears, but what he did then was even more enjoyable. He kissed her forehead, then around the corner of her eye, before he brushed his lips on her ears.
    “How about I’ll help you get ready?” he asked softly, his breath teasing her sanity.
    Curious, she looked up, seeing a broad grin spreading across his face. He picked her up with a quick move, ignored her shrieks, and carried her to the bathroom. Connor opened the shower stall, started the warm water, and gently backed her into the spray. The water felt like silk on her skin. Biting her lip, she watched him as he took the soap and started tenderly lathering her