Resisting the Bad Boy by Violet Duke Page B

every way her own fingers could never measure up, taking her higher, harder, until his rough, “ Come for me, Abby ,” sent her shattering into a thousand jagged pieces.

    C ONNOR WAS DROWNING in a pool of lust. He didn’t have much practice at being the good man but for Abby, he really wanted to try.
    So he kept his hands chastely at her hips, his now painfully tattooed zipper fly firmly left closed, and his mind on anything but how she’d looked coming apart just for him.
    He found he was really bad at being good.
    When she finally stirred from the mini-slumber she’d fallen into, she rubbed her cheek against his chest and said, “You know, I’ve never had sex in a car before.”
    Not. Helping.
    Her voice, which was always ultra-sexy, was now a full-blown sex kitten purr.
    He managed an unintelligible, hoarse sound in his throat. Pretty damn good effort on his part, considering.
    “Is that Neanderthal for you haven’t either, or you have loads of times?” She kissed her way up his neck and whispered in his ear, “Because if you haven’t, I really want to show you why my red panties aren’t as conservative as my white ones.”
    “I haven’t, I haven’t,” he rasped, so hard now he was in serious danger of passing out from lack of blood in his brain.
    She smiled against his skin and tucked a little square packet in his hand before rolling over to the middle of the seat. “Have I mentioned how much I love these seats?”
    He was back to speaking Neanderthal again.
    While he’d always loved this car, especially the interior he’d had custom restored, the sight of Abby in nothing but her red lace underwear on the creamy leather seats made his appreciation of the car reach new more reverent heights.
    Wow.
    “You are so beautiful.”
    “So are you. I’ve always thought so.”
    The way she looked at him, hell, he’d imagined nothing could get him to calm down at that point, but that look did. Because it reminded him he wanted to do this right, take it slow, cherish her.
    Then she showed him the nifty ‘all access’ feature of her underwear…
    Aaand , he was back.
    In two seconds flat, condom in place, he was trying out that red lacy feature.
    Holy hell.
    He had to shut his eyes to keep from coming on the spot.
    Abby whimpered and arched and basically did everything to make that first gliding stroke completely mind-bending. Hot, wet, and so tight he had to stop for a second to get his bearings, she was all that he imagined and more.
    The more being when she took control and slid him to the hilt on her own.
    He’d expected nothing less.
    He would’ve smiled if he weren’t so busy trying not to come.
    Teeth grit, body fighting his brain something fierce, he started a steady rhythm, a tortuous rhythm. He dragged her hands above her, pinned them against the leather seats as her tight, slick walls began pulsing around him.
    Pumping into her harder, faster he buried himself as deep as he could go. Again and again. His breathing rasped against her neck, “Let me feel it again. Drive me crazy, Abby. Come for me.”
    She did.
    His mouth came down on hers hard as she gripped him in a hot, liquid explosion that sent him hurtling over the edge right after her.
    He must have blacked out there for a minute. Or ten. When he regained enough brain ability to shift his weight off of her, she grumbled a sleepy protest, following him as he rolled onto his back.
    Smiling, he tucked her in against his chest, doing his best to ignore the fact that her sweet weight on him was making him hard again—around Abby, his constant arousal was a state of being.
    She burrowed into his arms and he held her tight.
    Last night, she’d fallen asleep on him during the movie. But rather than carry her back to her room right away, he just held her and dozed off for a bit with her. Now here he was again, ready to fall asleep with her in his arms, liking it far too much than was sensible.
    The realization didn’t stop him from dropping a