His Estranged Mate

Chapter 10: Old times!

CATRINA

"Shhh, just once. May I?" he asks and then cups my cheeks to look into my eyes. The intensity of his gaze makes liquid heat pool in between my legs and I stifle the urge to squirm. These feelings are too much and ones which I have never felt before. Not with anyone else neither with Connor.

He bends his head, his lips hovering above mine, waiting for my permission and I give in to the urge by wrapping my arms around his neck and going on my toes to press a soft hesitant kiss on his lips. He doesn't let my brain take over and soon our lips touch.

Connor kisses me fervently as if he is trying to fuck with a kiss. Nipping at my lower lip he seeks entrance in my mouth, taking over the kiss and I go lax in his arms. He pulls me closer, one of his hands tracing my waist while the other hand moving down dangerously toward the curve of my ass.

I let him, wishing that he would cup my ass and squeeze them. No one's familiar with my body as Connor is, perhaps not even me. He knew every sensitive spot of my body and probably still knows with the way he settles his hand on my ass and gives it a small squeeze.

A moan slips out of my mouth which is swallowed by him as our tongues duel for dominance but ultimately, Connor takes over and now I am totally supported by him. My knees feel like jelly when we part and I feel something like the head rush when I take in huge breaths to calm my breathing.

"My little sun," he whispers, once again cupping my cheeks and then he presses a soft kiss on my forehead. My icy resolve to pretend about not caring for him melts away with that gesture. I sigh and rest my head against his chest, trying to take hold of my emotions, my arms still around him, seeking comfort as well as support to stand upright.

"Let's have dinner," he says when I don't reply to his claim of me being his. I don't know if I'm ready. I don't even know if this is just a game for him and I don't want tonight to be tainted by my bitter memories.

I nod, grateful when he takes the lead and pulls out a chair for me. I sink into the plush seat watching Connor as he takes a seat opposite to me and then regards me with a look that makes me red in the face.

I duck my head and concentrate on the plate and the bowls filled with delicious food. All my favourite. He's gone all out for this date. Something which he didn't bother about all those years ago when we were actually dating.

He takes the lead and starts piling my plate with all the food and then fills up the glass with red wine. I've never drunk wine before. I've been drunk only once but not on a date.

If I remember clearly then, it was with my bitch friends, under their pressure that I went drinking and then Connor found out and he locked me up in his apartment until I was sober again. I also got a lecture on people taking advantage of drunk girls.

"What are you thinking?"

I blink twice to clear the memories and look at Connor. He's staring at me, waiting for my reply. I smile at his attentiveness. He's a charmer and he knows how to use it.

"Just remembering the time when you locked me up in your bedroom as a punishment for getting drunk."

"I don't think you suffered in that punishment. As far as I remember, you got the most pleasure out of that punishment," he says, his mouth so sexily tipped up at the corners that I feel like kissing him again.

We both laugh at the memory but soon the air turns nervous and I lift the wine glass to take a sip, to distract myself and not appear jittery. It'll give him a chance to pounce.

I eat the food on my plate, steadily finishing off a quarter of my food when suddenly I don't like this quiet awkward atmosphere. It's stifling and I'll choke on my food if I don't speak, so I blurt out the first thing that comes to my mind.