Resisting the Bad Boy - Nice Girl to Love, Vol 1 (Can't Resist #1)(19)

“Hey, can you toss me my lotion?” She pointed at the dresser behind him. “My legs get so dry here in the summers.”

Such an innocent request and yet…not. He was sure this was going to be a look but don’t touch deal with her lathering up those gorgeous legs of hers while he sat there like schmuck. He narrowed his eyes and began listing all the ways he was going to pay her back for this when her two-week stay here was up. Slapping an unaffected look on his face, he passed her the lotion, forcibly blocking all the erotic lotion-inspired images that were attempting to take over his brain. Evil woman. Only a day into their no-sex agreement and already he was closer to begging than he’d care to admit.

While avoiding direct eye contact with the skin smoothing extravaganza, his gaze strayed to the partially open plastic bag sitting atop her dresser. It was over at the other end but he recognized the hot purple logo on the bag immediately.

Just like that, every muscle in his body stopped working.

Well, save one, that is.

The bag was from an adult novelty shop his friend Kim owned just a little north of here. He could only make out two of the items in the bag but they were enough to send his blood pressure skyrocketing—the tiniest pair of sheer white panties that would effectively cover nothing and, Lord help him, a silver bullet vibrator. He was going to have a stroke.

Stifling a groan over how the word ‘stroke’ instantly made him think about rubbing one off, he gripped the edge of the dresser like a man possessed. The door was just a few feet away. He could make it. But first he needed to get some much needed air into his lungs. Breathe, you moron!

He dragged in a breath…and that’s when he heard it.

The tiniest whisper of a giggle.

“Why you little—”

Connor lunged at Abby as she shrieked out in laughter and tried ducking around him to make for the door. Snatching her around the waist, he hoisted her cackling body over his shoulder and tossed her back onto the bed. “You set me up.”

Her giggles effervesced, the unliddable glee in her eyes giving zero credence to all her perfectly scandalized denials.

He trapped her under him, burying his grin against the curve of her neck to soak in the unfamiliar experience of having fun with a woman in bed without sex being a factor. Skimming a smile over her collarbone, he felt the gasp she couldn’t contain like a shot of spiked adrenaline racing through his veins. Heading straight for his heart.

It took more effort than usual to block its path.

Thankfully, the feel of her hands sliding tentatively across his back was a strong enough distraction to shut off his over-worried brain. He focused instead on grazing his mouth along her soft skin once again, teasing her nowhere near as much as she was teasing him.

“You planted that wicked little bag-o-fun there for me to find. Didn’t you?”

The woman could’ve won an Oscar for the gasp she flung back. “Now why would I go and do something like that?”

Connor tamped down his urge to laugh and nipped at her earlobe instead. “To drive me up the freakin' wall? Send me bursting through my zipper?” A grin broke through on its own accord. “Though I guess I should be flattered to be the reason you bought all that stuff.”

The cutest derisive snort he’d ever heard shot out of her then—like an impeccably aimed torpedo. “Late breaking news, Connor: scientists have in fact discovered that the earth doesn’t revolve around you; women buy toys for themselves all the time.”

He grit his teeth and did everything short of reciting tort law to avoid thinking about Abby having any sort of toy-based fun. It took a while, but when he was eventually able to find his voice again, he crossed his arms and declared sternly, “Foul.”

“What? On what grounds?” Her obvious war between indignation and amusement wasn’t lost on him. Damn, he was having fun.

“When I agreed to your little who-can-resist-who stint, you didn’t say anything about weaponizing our attacks.”

She blinked innocently. “Weapons? You make them sound so sinister. I’d say they’re more like…private tools. Survival tools, if you will. For my time here. Naturally, you were never meant to see them.”

“Bullshit. Next, you’ll tell me the snowflake masquerading as underwear in that bag is worn strictly for comfort. Hell, I’ve seen more fabric on the teeny doilies in Skylar’s toy tea sets—”

“Ohhh,” she cut in softly with a smile. “I remember those. Whenever I’d babysit, she’d always go on and on about how her ‘bestest Uncle Connor’ hosted the fanciest dress-up tea parties.”

“I wore suits,” he clarified gruffly, “and don’t change the subject. Why buy sexy lingerie if not to have them be seen?”

By me. He didn’t have to say it out loud, they were both thinking it.

And his ego was celebrating it.

Abby’s chin lifted stubbornly. “What do you mean, why? Easy access, of course,” she answered, straight-faced. “You know what they say…better felt than seen.”

His imagination went nuts.

Picturing Abby wearing the microscopic scrap of lace he saw earlier for easy access in private unhinged him, propelled him to shackle her wrists above her head with one hand and begin tickling her ribs with the other. “Another foul.”

“Stop!” she screeched, dissolving into a breathless puddle of mirth. “Okay, I admit it! These were all dirty, dirty fouls on my part; you should definitely take a free throw shot.”