Resisting the Bad Boy - Nice Girl to Love, Vol 1 (Can't Resist #1)(16)

So unfair. He was pulling out the noble big brother card and the sweet guy card—the two trump cards—at the same time.

When she still couldn’t quite get herself to agree, he reached in his pocket and pulled out his cell phone.

“Who’re you calling?”

“Brian. I’ll have him convince you.”

Alarmed, she grabbed for his phone. “No. Don’t do that. I’d rather he and Skylar not know about…this.”

A hopeful grin lit his face. “So there’s a ‘this’ between us now?”

She shoved his phone back into his pocket. “It appears there is.”

“Does this mean I can go ahead and start putting your luggage in my car?”

“IF I decide to do this, I’ll be putting my luggage in my car and driving over to your place tomorrow.”

“As long as you’re sure your car will make it that far.”

She pinched his arm.

“Ow.” He gave her 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.

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 make-up?

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 long 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 huge, almost boyishly happy grin. Abby didn’t see him smile like that very often. It was a good thing too because the effect would almost be overkill on him. With his perfect, soft brown hair that was almost black in this light, and the sexy blue eyes that looked so hauntingly deep at times, the man was a danger to female kind the world over. And 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.”




CONNOR ALL BUT JUMPED 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 sleek to bury itself. And not just any place. He bucked his hips between Abby’s legs. Because she was straddling him now. To prove her point. He grew another hard inch as her thighs clenched around his hips.

“Because of this. Right here. We won’t be able to control this and you know it, Connor.”

He did know it. And it sucked. “Fine,” he agreed roughly, feeling like he’d just signed over the lease to his sanity.

She slid off his lap slowly, the barely tamed, hungry look in her eyes nearly his undoing.

“Then 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.”

“Does that mean you’re still going to give me my wild and fast?”

Her breath broke so sweetly that he found himself groaning, “Fast is going to be a given, honey. At least the first dozen or so times that day, whether I want it to be or not.”

A wobbly laugh escaped her. “I meant is it really okay with you that our one month is going to be different than what you’re used to?”

“It’ll be worth it,” he assured her.

She stared at him for a weighty moment before getting up and scurrying onto the couch, leaving him on the floor, a good two feet away.

That was probably wise.

Didn’t mean he had to like it. He picked up his beer and downed half the bottle. The liquid was already lukewarm. But considering how unbelievably hot he was feeling, it was practically ice cold going down his throat.

“So what kind of case are you working on right now?”

He choked and almost sent the beer down the wrong tube. She wanted to do small talk? Now? One look at her was confirmation enough that she was serious. Sitting there with her forearms wrapped around her legs, knees tucked under chin, and eyes still slightly glazed with arousal, she was seriously asking him about work.

“It’s just that I figured you must be working on some big case or something since your phone has been going off non-stop in your pocket all night.”

Her eyes widened and then focused quickly down at her toes. He almost smiled then. Because they both knew his phone had been on vibrate during all those missed calls. And she’d been sitting on it for a good ten minutes.