Live Without Regret (A Touch of Fate 3)

As much as I hate to leave, this next part should be fun. “You don’t have to take me home, I can walk. It’s not far.”

“Hell no,” he says, shaking his head. “It’s after midnight. No way am I letting you walk home.”

“It’s really not necess—”

Connor’s big blue eyes fill with uncertainty. “Did you change your mind?” he asks, cutting me off.

“No,” I breathe, shaking my head. “Did you change your mind?” I’m hoping he’ll say no, because I wouldn’t bend my rules for just anyone and I really, really like him.

Connor takes a step toward me, wraps me in his arms, and pulls me in close until we’re nose to nose. “Not even close. Tonight was…”

“Tonight was what?” I ask.

Connor kisses me softly once…twice…and then a third time before pulling back. He licks his lips and runs the back of his fingers along my cheek. “You taste amazing.”

“Tonight was what?” I ask again. I want to know what he’s thinking, and I need to hear the words.

“It was fucking incredible.” Warm hands cup my cheeks. “I want to do it again. A lot.”

I bust up laughing. “You want a lot more blow jobs?”

“No…well, yes.” He starts laughing, too. “I want more of you. I want to get to know you. Let me take you out on a real date.”

“An official first date, huh? Where would you take me?”

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes,” I answer. Just knowing I’m going to get to spend more time with Connor causes my chest to fill with warmth.

“I was thinking maybe—”

My phone beeps with an incoming text, cutting Connor off. “Shit,” I hiss. “I bet that’s Casey.”

Connor releases his hold and I shiver at the loss of his touch.

Casey: It’s been three minutes. Where the hell are you? I have to pee.

“I’ve gotta go.” Bolting for the front door, I yank it open. Connor yells my name as I slip out the door, down his steps, and jog across the tiny patch of grass before stopping in front of my side of the duplex. Casey is sitting cross-legged on our porch, her back propped against the door.

“Where the hell did you come fr—?” She stops abruptly, her eyes cutting over my shoulder. Connor must have followed me. “No fucking way.”

“Way.” I walk up the stairs and nudge Casey with my knee. She pushes up off the concrete, giving me room to unlock the door. Shoving my key in the lock, I twist it and push the door open. I turn to Casey before glancing at Connor. She’s standing off to the side, her eyes bouncing between me and the sexy Adonis, who looks like he’s still trying to figure out what’s going on. She dances in place, squeezing her legs together.

“We’re

gonna talk about this after I go pee.” She rushes into the house, our front door slamming loudly behind her.

“So,” I say, walking toward Connor. “It turns out I have this really hot neighbor. You should probably be jealous.”

“Do you walk around naked?” he asks with a cat-ate-the-canary grin. Warm fingers wrap around mine. He tugs on my hand and I fall forward against his big, hard chest.

“Only when my sister isn’t home.”

“Good to know. Don’t tell your neighbor that or he’ll be dropping by for unexpected visits. You know”—he shrugs—“to borrow sugar…and stuff.”

“Sugar?” I scrunch up my nose. “He doesn’t look like the baking type.”

Connor tilts his head to the side and brings his mouth to mine. He kisses me long and slow, only pulling away when we’re both breathless and fighting for air.