Page 107 of Shattered By the Currents
Raven snorted. It was incredibly unladylike but very called for. “She’s been featured asPeople’sMost Beautiful Woman multiple times.”
He lowered his mouth to hover over hers. “They clearly haven’t seen you.” He kissed her.
“Was she charming?”
He sighed. “You’re not going to let this go, are you?”
“Nope.”
He guided her to the couch. “Sit.”
“Why?”
“I’m getting us ice cream.”
“Oh, ice cream while we discuss Emily Prior. Good combination.”
He opened the freezer. “Chocolate or mint chocolate chip?”
“What do you think Emily Prior would choose?”
He muttered something she didn’t catch before taking out mint chocolate chip.
When he returned to the couch, he handed her the bowl of ice cream before she continued. “What was her hair like back then?”
He scrunched his nose. “Her hair?”
“Were those big blonde waves as silky-looking as they are on screen? Her hair always has this shine to it.”
“Don’t the cameras edit that stuff?”
Raven rolled her eyes. “Did you touch her?”
“Okay, this is getting weird.”
“No, like a hug goodbye or a shake of her hand. Did you?—”
Her ice cream was suddenly snatched from her hold and set on the coffee table.
“What are you—” She gasped when he lifted her from the couch and sat her on his lap so that her thighs cradled his hips.
“I don’t want to talk about another woman.”
Raven frowned. This wasn’t just any other woman. “This isEmily Prior, Golden Globe Award winner for Best Actress, Emily Prior.”
“She could be a three-time Oscar winner with the silkiest hair that has ever graced this earth, and Istillwouldn’t want to talk about her.”
“Whatdoyou want to talk about? Everything else feels kind of dull in comparison.”
“Then we don’t need to talk at all.” His mouth lowered to her neck as his fingers tightened around her waist.
She gasped and grabbed onto his shoulders. “Connor.”
“There is only one woman I think about.” He kissed her again, this time behind her ear. “She has skin that tastes like candy. And this body that features in every fucking dream and fantasy I have.”
A tingle spread over her skin. She barely registered her dress being lifted. The air on her skin. Then the cup of her bra was pulled down.
“And these,” Connor whispered, “are magnificent.” His head dipped and he took a pebbled nipple between his lips.
