Page 372 of Summer Heat
“As long as you’re sure your car will make it that far.”
She pinched his arm.
He chuckled and gave her a reassuring smile. “I promise, if you hate it at my house, I’ll have my mechanic look at your car so you can drive it all the way to California.”
“You don’t have to do that.” She didn’t want him to do that. She didn’t want him spending money on her the way he did his other women. “My car is fine.”
“I could always call Brian to ask him what he thinks about you driving that insurance risk on wheels over state lines.”
Glaring at him, she huffed, “You don’t play fair at all.”
“Nope. That’s actually the tagline on my business card.” He winked.
Sugarplums, a man this hard should not have such a playful, sexy wink. What was the universe thinking when they’d allowed that combination in his genetic makeup?
She mulled over the situation.
Or at least convinced herself she was, even though deep down she knew she’d already been ready to say yes after his moving speech about her goals. “If you’re sure it won’t get weird, I’d very much appreciate you letting me stay at your house, Connor. Thank you.”
He flashed her a boyishly happy grin, one Abby hadn’t seen on him yet. Thankfully. Because the effect was almost overkill on the man.
With the contrast of his sexy, espresso dark hair—almost black in this light—and his shockingly blue eyes that looked so hauntingly deep at times, the man was a danger to female kind the world over.
If she didn’t take the appropriate measures, her heart would be joining their ranks on the endangered list.
“Just one thing... I’ll only stay if we can agree that there will be no sex while I’m there.”
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CONNOR ALL BUT TORE out of skin. “Why the hell not?”
“You know why. Do you really need me to go into detail about how hard it’s going to be for me? For you? Every day? What would the next morning in your house be like if we indulged in an all-night mind-blowing sexfest?”
The erection that had been battling for control ever since he’d first pulled Abby onto his lap roared to life, seeking someplace hot and slick to bury itself.
And not just any place.
Unable to help himself, he bucked his hips between Abby’s legs in reflex. Because she was straddling him now. To prove her point.
“Because of this. Right here, Connor.”
He grew another hard inch as her thighs clenched around his hips.
“We won’t be able to control this
and you know it.”
He did know it. And it sucked.
“Fine,” he agreed roughly, feeling like he was signing over the lease to his sanity with the concession.
She slid off his lap slowly, the barely tamed, hungry look in her eyes nearly his undoing.
“If that’s going to be the terms of your stay, you better not plan on writing the day you’re allowed to move back here, sweetheart,” he growled. “Because after two weeks of this, I’ll make damn sure your research is the last thing on your mind.”
A look of hope lit her eyes. “Does that mean you’re still going to give me my wild and fast, after the fact?”
Her breath broke so sweetly that he found himself groaning, “Fast is going to be a given, honey. At least the first three or four times that day, whether I want it to be or not.”
