Meant for You (The Connor Family 3)

“Paige,” he warned. His voice was breathier, which gave me immense satisfaction.

“You were saying, Detective?”

He wiped the sass right off my tongue when his hand moved higher.

“Tell me if you’re wearing any.”

“What if I won’t?”

His hand inched higher. He was going to call my bluff. The others wouldn’t know exactly what was happening under my skirt, but I would. When he moved his hand higher still, I relented. He was only halfway up my inner thigh, but I couldn’t risk it.

“Fine, yes. Yes, I’m wearing panties.”

He gave me a smile that left me feeling as if my lacy, barely there thong had caught fire. “What kind?”

“Will Connor, I am not going to describe my underwear to you.”

“Then I’ll check for myself.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

I knew it was the wrong thing to say a second after I spoke. Will’s smile turned wolfish. Holy shit, I’d never met a man willing to go toe-to-toe with me. So, I was surprised when he let go of the garter, which made a tiny snapping sound as it touched my skin. When Will pulled back his hand, I felt a little foolish, realizing he couldn’t have called my bluff. He couldn’t very well look up my skirt in a room full of people.

The guests clapped and cheered, and I stood up, rolling my dress up so everyone could see the garter. I knew that would get a rise out of Will. Looking sideways at him, I wiggled my eyebrows. That hot and possessive look he gave me in return? It could have melted Antarctica.

Chapter Nine

Will

“Uncle Will, can I talk to you?” Milo asked me as the wedding reception was winding down.

“Sure. What’s up?”

I motioned to the chair in front of me, and he climbed on it. I was facing him, but I was also keeping an eye on Paige, who was three seats away. She’d been deep in conversation with my sisters up until a minute ago when they’d gone to bring a fresh round of drinks. They were all tipsy already.

“So, Mom and Dad are going on their honeymoon in two weeks,” Milo said.

I nodded.

“And Mom wanted to talk to Aunt Val so I could stay with her, but... can I stay with you? I like Aunt Val, but....”

And now I understood why he’d waited until my sisters left. He hadn’t wanted to hurt Val’s feelings.

“Of course you can. I’ll talk to Lori.”

Milo clapped his hands in excitement. “Can we build a birdhouse?”

I ruffled his hair, filled with a strange happiness. “Sure.”

Before Graham, Jace and I had been the ones to show Milo the ropes when it came to manly activities, as Lori called them. Now Milo was basking in the fact that he had a dad who could show him all those things.

I wasn’t ashamed to admit that I’d missed our time together. I was thrilled to spend a week with him.

As Milo hopped off the chair, running straight to Lori, I realized Paige had been watching us and was smiling warmly. Val and Hailey returned, carrying tequila shots. They’d been chugging champagne for the past few hours, and now were topping it off with shots?

I was one to talk. I was buzzed from champagne... and still hi

gh on Paige. On the taste of her mouth and the smooth skin of her thighs. She was getting tipsier by the second, but it was endearing to watch her be a goof and have fun with my sisters.