“Hey–” she starts, only to be interrupted by the press of his lips to hers. His hands run across the small of her back, fingers toying with the hem of her shorts, deftly sliding beneath them and back out again.
Mortifyingly, Skylar finds herself moaning into his mouth. She kisses him back on an impulse that originated somewhere lower than her brain. Connor’s hands feel so warm, so large that she feels they might be able to wrap entirely around her waist. Skylar senses heat growing between her legs.
They break the kiss to catch their breath. His half-lidded eyes have a dark glint that makes Skylar shudder with anticipation.