NICE GIRL TO LOVE (THE COMPLETE THREE-BOOK COLLECTION)(29)

“Until you made a deal with him,” Abby guessed. What a bastard.

“Yep. The agreement was that I’d follow through with all the plans he set forth for my future in exchange for that one piece of paper.”

She couldn’t believe it. Connor basically bargained away his entire life for his brother. For her best friend.

Voice thick with emotion, she whispered, “You’re incredible, you know that right?”

A wary cloud passed over his expression. “Abby, I told you not to do that. Don’t build me up to be someone I’m not.”

Tears prickled in her eyes. Why couldn’t he see how wonderful he was?

Frowning, he stroked her cheek. “Stop, honey. Don’t cry over—”

Not wanting to hear him dismiss his actions or himself yet again, she stubbornly fused her mouth over his and just let go, allowed herself to sink into a kiss that held everything she was feeling but wouldn’t dare say, everything she knew to be true about him that he simply wouldn’t accept. Emotions tangled, soul ripped bare, she started taking as much as she gave until eventually, he was kissing her back just as desperately. Threading his hands through her hair, and transforming this all into so much more than just a kiss.

Gasping, she sat back. When had she ended up on his lap? No matter. It was one less step for her to take. She flung off her shirt and reached for the hem of his. Skin and heat, and muscles that were tensing just from the touch of her fingers—she needed to feel it all. Now.

Two large hands trapped hers and held her tight against his stomach, stopped her from dragging his shirt open, from sliding her hands any higher over the rock-hard muscles of his abs.

So she moved lower instead.

“God, Abby. Not like this.”

The sexy gravel of his voice was so much grittier than usual, hotter. So sexually charged she felt she’d go insane if he didn’t do something, anything to quench this fire building inside her. She could hardly make out what he was saying. All she knew was that the mere sound of her name had never brought her this far this fast before. It would take just one touch, just one, for her to go up in flames.

That’s when it occurred to her that she couldn’t open her hands. Couldn’t budge them at all. Eyes closed, mind half gone, mouth still being devoured by his, she finally realized he was restraining her, preventing her from undoing his belt buckle.

And she lost it.

She tore her mouth from his and struggled to pull her hands free. Right now, nothing mattered more than feeling him against her. In her.

He held firm. Frantic now, she twisted, tugged, jerked her body up against his arms, effectively bringing his knuckles right over her sensitized core. Once by accident, the second with a vengeance. She bucked against his closed fist and fastened her lips back on his, tasted the possessed groan rumbling up his throat and nearly screamed when his hand finally, finally opened and turned to cup her heat. The pace was no longer hers. He was relentless, touching her in every way her own fingers could never measure up, taking her higher and harder. Until his rough, “Come for me, Abby,” sent her shattering into a thousand jagged pieces.




CONNOR WAS DROWNING in a pool of lust. He didn’t have much practice at being the good man but for Abby, he really wanted to try.

So he kept his hands chastely at her hips, his now painfully tattooed zipper fly firmly left closed, and his mind on anything but how she’d looked coming apart just for him.

He found he was really bad at being good.

When she eventually stirred from the mini-slumber she’d fallen into, she rubbed her cheek against his chest and said softly, “You know, I’ve never had sex in a car before.” Her voice, which was always ultra-sexy, was now a full-blown sex kitten purr.

Not. Helping.

He managed an unintelligible, hoarse sound in his throat. Pretty damn good effort on his part, considering.

“Is that Neanderthal for you haven’t either, or you have loads of times?” She kissed her way up his neck and whispered in his ear, “Because if you haven’t, I really want to show you why my red panties aren’t as conservative as my white ones.”

“I haven’t, I haven’t,” he rasped, so hard now he was in serious danger of passing out from lack of blood in his brain.

She smiled against his skin and tucked a little square packet in his hand before rolling over to the middle of the seat. “Have I mentioned how much I love these seats?”

He was back to speaking Neanderthal again.

Because while he’d always loved this car, especially the interior he’d had custom restored, the sight of Abby in nothing but her red lace underwear on the creamy leather seats made his appreciation of the car reach new more reverent heights.

Wow.

“You are so beautiful.”

“So are you. I’ve always thought so.”

The way she looked at him, hell, he’d imagined nothing could get him to calm down at that point, but that look did. Because it reminded him he wanted to do this right, take it slow, cherish her.

Then she showed him the nifty ‘all access’ feature of her underwear…

Aaand, he was back.

In two seconds flat, condom in place, he was trying out that red lacy feature, inch by slow inch.

Holy hell.

He had to shut his eyes to keep from coming on the spot.

Abby whimpered and arched and basically did everything possible to make that first gliding stroke completely mind-altering. Hot, wet, and so tight he had to stop for a second to get his bearings; she was all that he’d imagined and more.