Midnight Betrayal (Midnight #3)(95)

He kissed her back. His mouth tasted of coffee. Conor angled his head and deepened the kiss, his tongue stroking hers.

Tingles shot up Louisa’s thighs. “You said you had two things for me.”

“I do.” He kissed her again. His face split in a wicked grin. His hands slid around her ankles and ran up her thighs. Desire warmed her. “Are you wearing panties?”

“I guess you’ll have to find out.”

“You’re killing me.” His voice was breathless, and as always, that sexy gleam in his turquoise eyes sent her pulse into a happy dance.

“It’s your fantasy.” She caressed his cheek with her thumb. “I already have more than I ever dreamed.”