NICE GIRL TO LOVE (THE COMPLETE THREE-BOOK COLLECTION)(75)

“I love you too, Brian. I swear to you, I’m not going anywhere.”




“ARE YOU SURE you don’t want to go out to a restaurant to celebrate our belated Valentine’s date?” asked Brian for the tenth time as he kissed her hello at the door.

Abby inwardly sighed before deepening the kiss…to try and get her message across for the tenth time.

“Because we can probably get a reservation easy—”

She cut him off with another kiss. The man could be so dense sometimes.

He grinned. “Are you just going to keep kissing me every time I bring up going out? Because I can keep doing this all night if that’s the case.”

So. Dense.

She studied him for a second and then stepped back into the living room, slowly pulling up and off her shirt as she retreated.

That got his attention.

“Interesting,” she said, smiling at his mouth agape expression. “You’re right. This whole no-shirt thing is pretty effective.”

“Effective?” he parroted thickly. “Effective for what?”

“Seducing you.”

He swallowed so hard she could hear it from where she stood.

“So the reason you didn’t want to go out tonight…”

“Was because I wanted to stay in.”

“Oh.” His eyes kept straying above and below her neck, as if completely confused as to where to land permanently.

“Unless you don’t want to?” she asked, now a bit unsure. Maybe the six year celibacy thing was something he wanted to ease out of.

This time it was Brian who attacked her with a kiss. “Bed or couch? You have about ten seconds to decide honey because at this rate, it’ll end up being right here on the floor.”

He burrowed his lips against her neck, scorching hot kisses down her throat before picking her up by the waist and bringing her whole body flush against his. She locked her legs around him and arched her back, watching, fascinated as his eyes darkened sharply to a deep sea blue.

“Damn. Floor it is,” he gave in gruffly, dropping to his knees.

Smiling, she fell back against the carpet and gently rocked her hips against his.

Once...twice...

He growled and dipped his head down to the valley between her breasts, slowly, hungrily curling his tongue over first one hard nipple, and then the other. She gasped, arched this time involuntarily as she felt the edges of his teeth close tight over her nipple.

Unable to take another second without feeling his skin against hers, she dragged his shirt up to reveal those magnificent abs of his, the impressive eight-pack that, before now, had always been firmly in the look-but-don’t-touch zones of his body. He quickly tore his shirt off and returned, lavishing the same intense attention on her with tongue and teeth.

“I can’t go slow anymore, sweetheart.”

When she felt him begin mapping a path down her body, she regained her senses. “No, wait.” She pushed him back until she could scramble onto her knees. Then she kept on pushing until he was the one flat on his back. Gazing into his eyes, she slowly skated a hand across his taut belly...

“I believe we have a six-year celibacy streak to break first.”




BRIAN’S HEAD THUNKED back against the floor, on edge just from thinking about every wicked thing she was promising with that single look. He was but a weak, mortal man, unable to do more than make a halfhearted grab for Abby’s hands as they quickly undid his button fly...and she was the goddess hovering over him with her lips inches from the promise land, her fingers already starting to pull down his boxer briefs.

“Abby, stop,” he managed finally

“What’s the matter?” She paused. “Don’t you want me to?”

He heaved his head up and gave her an are-you-out-of-your-mind look. “Hell yes, I want you to, but…” Thunk. But what? The good guy in him was insisting he take care of her needs first, while the crazy-in-love part of him was demanding he do one better and take care of her needs multiple times before even thinking of his own.

But then there was the more basal, totally male part of him grunting that he wanted to feel those lush lips on him right now.

“You’re thinking too much. Here...let me make the decision easier for you.” Slowly, languidly, she swiped her tongue over the tip of his erection, which had overeagerly pushed its way past his waistband.

Holy hell.

“You don’t have to do that, honey,” he managed to get out...barely. “I’m plenty ready for you as is.” Beyond ready.

Gritting his teeth, he tried silently counting by prime numbers to keep his body in check.

Yeah...now what comes after three again?

“I know I don’t have to.” She licked over him again. “I want to.”

Jesus Christ. “Six years celibate, Abby,” he ground out. “If you keep that up, I won’t last the next six seconds.”

“Even more reason why I shouldn’t stop.” Another mind-bending tongue flick. “Won’t this help make the next round less hurried?” she reasoned.

Highly unlikely. He was pretty sure he was going to be quick off the trigger for at least the first dozen or so rounds.

“Don’t you want to come in my mouth, Brian?”

He was a goner. A strangled groan was his only reply.