Body Checked By My Straight Captain Chapter 13
Connor’s question hangs between us. My face burns.
“Nothing.”
His hand tightens on my knee.
“Bullshit.”
I look away. Jace is two rows ahead, watching us over the seat. Smiling.
Connor follows my gaze.
Then his hand starts moving. Slowly. Up my thigh.
My breath catches.
“Where did he touch you?”
I don’t answer.
His palm settles over the exact spot Jace had been gripping.
“Here?”
Heat shoots through me. I shake my head.
Connor’s hand moves higher.
“Here?”
“Stop.”
It comes out weak. Connor looks straight at me.
“You want me to?”
Fuck… I can’t bring myself to answer.
The bus rocks beneath us, and I slide against him.
Connor catches my waist and pulls me back against his chest. Hard.
I feel him immediately. My eyes close as his breath hits my neck.
“That what you felt with him?”
“No.”
“No?”
His thumb drags slowly over the inner seam of my thigh.
Once. Again.
Like he’s trying to wipe Jace off me.
Replace him. Write himself over every place Jace touched.
And God help me, I want him to.
His hand slips beneath my hoodie.
Warm palm against my stomach.
My muscles jump.
“He didn’t touch me like this.”
Connor goes still. Then his mouth brushes my ear. “Good.”
One word. Possessive enough to make my stomach clench.
His fingers drift lower.
Toward my waistband.
I should stop him. Instead, I lean back harder against him.
Connor exhales sharply. His hand reaches the top of my pants.
Pauses.
“Still want space?”
I turn my head. His mouth is inches from mine.
“No.”
Something changes in his eyes.
His fingers slip just beneath my waistband.
“That’s what I thought.”