Page 393 of Summer Heat
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 stitch 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 r
elaxed 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.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
“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.”
Who could pass up an offer like that? She grabbed the latest draft and held it out. Then yanked it back again. “Wait. You’re busy with that huge cyber-company case. You can’t possibly have the time.”
“Actually, there isn’t anything more I can do on that deal right now. Their decision on our latest proposal should be coming through either today or tomorrow.” He snatched the folder out of her hands. “I’ll read this while I’m eating lunch today.”
Did he realize how many pages it was? “It’s a few hundred pages.”
He shrugged and downed the last of his morning coffee. “I took speed reading seminars during law school.” Flipping through the pages, he estimated, “This should probably only take me an hour, if that. We can discuss it over dinner tonight.”
That sounded so domestic, Abby warmed at the thought...before sobering back up an instant later. Heck, there’d be a Connor shaped hole in the door if he knew she was thinking of him in the happily-ever-after sense.
Which is precisely what she kept reminding herself when he leaned down to give her a quick kiss goodbye in a very have-a-good-day-dear sort of way. It was also what possessed her to purposely turn the heat up a nondomestic bit by playfully slipping her tongue past his lips. Then right back out.
The response was almost disproportionate.
His arms came barreling down around her, caging her against the breakfast bar as his tongue returned the favor in spades via a search and destroy mission for any and all non-sex-related thoughts in her brain.
Mission quickly accomplished.
“Don’t start something if you’re not going to follow through, sweetheart,” he warned, dragging his lips over the side of her throat. “Because it’s been nearly thirty-one hours since I’ve had you last. I’ll damn well reassign every one of my court hearings today for a chance to be inside you right now. In a heartbeat.”
How did this turn around on her so drastically?
With his forearms just barely touching either side of her ribs, and his warm, freshly shaven jaw under her lips, she was supremely tempted to strip him bare and have her wicked way with him.
But the shrill appointment reminder alarm from her phone tossed that possibility out the window.
“I-I have to meet with my committee advisor today,” she replied, the raspy, untamed embers in her voice sounding practically 1-900-ish to her own ears. “Rain check?”
He nudged his hard arousal against the inside of her thighs, close, but not quite high enough to break her resolve. “You’re going to owe me…” And then he did nudge higher. “…with interest.” A kiss and a nibble, and then a soft, “Have a good meeting today,” in her ear was his politely monogrammed acceptance of said rain check before he stepped back to straighten his suit.
