NICE GIRL TO LOVE (THE COMPLETE THREE-BOOK COLLECTION)(32)

God, she was magnificent when she was angry. “I see your point. I’m sorry.” He got within arm’s reach of her but kept his hands in his pockets. Barely. “If it helps, you did a good job getting me back. I’ve been going out of my mind wondering if you really were out dancing up on a bunch of guys while I was sitting here all alone. Jealous.”

She jutted her chin out at him. “Good. Serves you right.”

Taking extra measures not to touch him, she cleared a wide path around him and headed for her room. “I’m not sleeping with you tonight, Connor.”

Huh, he didn’t think she was the type to hold sex hostage.

When she turned back to face him, a touch of vulnerability marred her features. “I’m not being a shrew. I just…don’t want to be sloppy seconds to Victoria.”

“I swear I didn’t lay a finger on her.”

“But you still had your lips on another woman tonight. Right in front of me.”

“She kissed me. And I backed away as soon as I could.”

“It doesn’t matter. I’m sure you wouldn’t care about this sort of thing if the positions were reversed, but—”

“Hell, if the positions were reversed, I’d make damn sure to kiss you silly until I wiped every last trace of any other man’s kiss from your memory completely,” he growled.

That familiar Abby light returned to her eyes. “I can see how that’d be…ah, effective.”

Seeing her gaze travel down to his lips and then shoot back up again, he took a cautious step forward, teasing lightly, “Want to try that tactic with me?”

She crossed her arms over her chest. “You don’t reward the puppy that misbehaves. It tends to confuse the poor thing.”

He chuckled and pulled her into his arms. “God, I missed you tonight.” He brought her close and breathed in the sweet scent of her hair. She always smelled so good. “You didn’t go clubbing tonight, did you?”

“No. I didn’t feel like it. So, I went to the library instead and then met up with a friend for coffee and dessert.”

He none-so-subtly corralled her back to his room. “A male friend?”

“Her name’s Megan.”

“Glad to hear it,” he said gruffly. Gazing at her in his arms, outlined by the moonlight, he could still see the lingering traces of hurt in her eyes. “I’m sorry your feelings were hurt today.” Brushing a light kiss on her lips, he asked, “If I promise not to ravage you, will you at least come to bed with me? I find I sleep…better with you here.” It was true. With her tucked in his arms, perfectly fitted against him, he experienced a bone-deep comfort he’d never had before in his life.

After studying him carefully for a beat, she nodded and headed for the other side of the bed. “Fair warning though, I have to get up really early in the morning to meet with some teachers at one of my research schools on res. It’s my first and only chance to talk with them all together at once.”

“I’m sorry, could you repeat that? What I think I heard you say was that it’s a good thing you stayed here instead of going back to California.”

She smothered a grin and volleyed back, “So about that kiss…”

Ouch. “Early in the morning, research on the reservation. Got it. So I guess we better hit the hay.”

Her chuckling smile turned into a wary look as she watched him climb under the covers. “You swear you’ll keep your hands to yourself tonight?”

“Scout’s honor,” he promised.

She giggled. “You’re supposed to hold up three fingers, not two.”

“No, this is right. I never made it past the cub scouts.”

She burst out laughing.

With his two finger salute he vowed, “I swear on my slightly tarnished honor that I will try my best to keep my hands away from any of your good parts tonight…or bad parts, rather, since every part of you is pretty spectacular.”

Shaking her head, she stated simply, “You’re incorrigible.” Releasing her hair from its ponytail, she added, “And unlucky for you, so am I.”

With just that one warning, his beautiful Abby proceeded to remove every stich of clothing she was wearing, before sliding into bed next to him.

He gave a heartfelt groan. “You’re a mean, mean lady.”

“Goodnight, pup.”

He loved hearing the humor back in her voice.

She turned over and parked her curvy backside up against his front side. But not in a lewd manner.

Shame.

He reached out and pulled her back into him fully, making sure he kept his hand on her belly—no higher or lower—as he snuggled her in. She stilled for a second and then relaxed against him.

“Good night, Abby.”

“’Night Connor,” she sighed in a voice already half asleep. “I missed you tonight, too.”

The smile on his face stayed put, long after he began drifting off to sleep as well.




“YOU REALLY WANT to read my dissertation?” Abby was floored by Connor’s request.

“Only if you’re comfortable with that. I look over legal briefs and book-length contracts every day. You never know, I could help you see if there are any holes in your argument, or maybe find ways you could improve your write-up.”