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Conner was waiting for her on the sidewalk, and he held out his hand as she approached. A sudden bout of nerves attacked her stomach as she accepted his offer and slipped her hand into his. With that self-assuredness she was quickly growing accustomed to, he led her inside the building to the bank of waiting elevators that would carry her to her loft.But he didnāt leave her there. āEight, right?ā he asked as they stepped inside and he pressed the button for her floor. She merely nodded.This was so unlike her, being so quiet and allowing the man to take the lead. Sabrina was used to being the dominate one, but something about Conner quieted that need in her to be at the helm. All night, she kept catching herself falling back and deferring to him. And she couldnāt seem to find a reason to hate it as much as she told herself she should.It feltā¦good.She couldnāt remember the last time she shut her mind off and allowed someone to take care of her, which was what he was doing. Conner and his brothers had seen to her safety, and now Conner was personally finishing it.When the elevator rolled to a stop, the doors parted and they stepped out together. Sabrina took over and pulled her keys from her clutch as they approached the only door on that floor.āThis is me,ā she stated the obvious.āHere, allow me.ā Plucking the keys from her hand, Conner inserted the correct key on the first try, as if heād done it a hundred times before, and opened the way for her.Battling with her uncharacteristic nerves and what she knew was right versus what she wanted, Sabrina edged past him into her apartment. Setting her clutch down on the waiting sideboard, she stepped out of her high heels and turned to see Conner standing in the doorway, his gaze traveling over the ordinary Victorian prints on the walls and simple furniture sheād handpicked from numerous flea markets and antique malls over the years. Everything was old and eclectic, and a world away from what sheād bet he was used toāsophisticated and expensive.Feeling her eyes on him, Connerās eyes met hers. He didnāt look unsure of himself. Justā¦patient. As if waiting for the invitation he hoped would come. Standing there like that, he looked strong and sexy and she was reminded of how his body felt rubbing up against hers at the club, how his hands felt on her hipsā¦and that kiss. Wow. She could still taste him on her lipsā¦ That one kiss hadnāt been nearly enough to whet her appetite, and the throbbing need in her core hadnāt disappeared but merely dulled during the ride over. Now it was growing again, rapidly, and the longer he stood there staring at her, the worse it became.āYou should stay,ā Sabrina blurted. When he just stared her down, she realized how easy she must appear to a man like him and suddenly felt embarrassed. Looking away, she tried to play it off. āOr not. I know your brothers are waiting for youāāHe was on her in a flash, catching her words on a kiss that took her by surprise. Sabrina gasped, then melted into his arms as he pulled her into him and devoured her mouth as if heād been waiting all night and couldnāt stand to let another second pass.Ā
