Chapter 18

JESSIE Conor drove us back to the apartment in record time, flooring the accelerator every chance he got. We take the elevator to the top floor and I’m thankful that none of his brothers are around because he presses me against the wall and starts unbuttoning my jeans as soon as we’re in the hallway. His warm hands glide over the skin on my stomach and I suck in a deep breath. “Didn’t you say something about a bed?” I ask with a smile. “Yes,” he growls as he steps back and takes hold of my hand, pulling me along the hallway toward his room. When we reach the door, he pushes me through it and kicks it closed behind us. I turn to face him as I walk backwards toward his enormous bed. “You are very impatient.” I flash my eyebrows at him. “Impatient? Me?” He grins. “Oh, Angel. You know you’re going to regret that, don’t you?” “Really?” I pull my tank top over my head and toss it onto the floor. “We’ll see.” He crosses the room and pulls me into his arms before I can take another step. “Don’