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Conner didn’t really know what to say to that. From anyone else it would have sounded incredibly conceited for her to assume that this was going to be such a big deal, but somehow, with Gabby all he could think was…she was right.

“We’ll circle two months from now with a big, fat, red magic marker on the calendar,” he said, moving in close again. “We’ll both end it.”

“Okay. But it’s really hard to walk away from the best sex you’ve ever had.”

He blinked at her, then started to grin, then realized she was serious. And the craving for her only grew. “You think I’m going to be the best you’ve ever had?”

“I hope so,” she said with a slight shrug. “But I’m really afraid I’m going to be the best
you’ve
ever had.”

Again, if this were any other female on the planet, Conner would think she was being shamelessly flirtatious. But this was Gabby. If nothing else, she was genuine. Always.

He gave her a slow grin. There was nothing that had happened so far that made him think she was wrong. He was up for the best sex of his life. Bring it on. “Well, hell, G, how can I not want to find that out?”

“I’m not kidding,” she said with a very not-kidding expression. “I knew we liked each other, but in the last two days I feel like it’s changed. We like each other more. And that could be bad. Like I told you, sex with someone you really like, who’s a friend first, is very different from sex with a hookup that you know is going to only be one night.”

And just like that a stupid flash of jealousy went through him. “You’ve slept with a friend before?”

That put a soft smile on her face. “Yeah. I’ve had a couple of friendships turn into more.”

Yep, definitely jealousy. “But they didn’t work out.”

“No. But I can tell you, the sex was
not
the problem. There’s something awesome about being able to
really
let go with someone you trust, when you really want it to be good for them too.”

He absolutely wanted her to
really
let go with him. “You’ve had sex with nonfriends too?”

She laughed. “Uh, yeah. A couple.”

Evidently there was nothing that was going to cool his need for her. “You know a lot about men, right?”

She shrugged. “I think so.”

“Then you know that saying stuff like that only makes me want to show you that this can be the best
you’ve
ever had too.”

“Good point.” She paused. “I’m not going anywhere for
two months
,” she reminded him. “That’s a lot more than just one morning-after.”

“Not a deterrent at all, G.” Two months was sixty days. And sixty nights. Nothing wrong with that. At all.

She stood, watching him, chewing her bottom lip.

He reached out, freeing her lip from between her teeth. “Sex with a friend is amazing, huh?”

She took a deep breath, but nodded.

“Show me.”

She pulled in a quick breath, then without another word went up on tiptoe and kissed him again.

Well, hell, there was really only one thing to do in a situation like this. Conner put both hands on her ass and lifted her up, putting her against the door and pressing close.

Gabby wrapped her long, gorgeous legs around his waist, and his cock lined up perfectly with where he needed to be. Now. More than anything he’d ever needed before.

Suddenly he didn’t like the little scrap of silk covering her as much as he had. It was in his way.

He rocked against her, causing another delicious moan. She nipped at his bottom lip and Conner felt heat streak down his spine. He squeezed her ass and she squeezed him with her thighs.

She was secure against the door and her hold on him made him sure she wasn’t going anywhere. He slid his hand from her ass, along the back of her thigh and back up, his fingers tracing over the hot, wet silk between her legs.

She pulled her mouth away to suck in a sharp breath.

He looked up into her eyes. “You okay?”

“No, but if you move your fingers about three centimeters left, I’ll be really good.”

He grinned. Damn. There was no way he was going to be able to leave her alone. Even if she moved out now.

She wiggled against him and Conner was the one to suck in a breath now.

He brushed his fingers over her again and loved watching her eyes almost cross. He had no idea how this had happened so fast. One minute she’d been Gabby, one of the best paramedics he knew, and the next he was going to die if he didn’t get inside her and make her scream.

“No more talking and thinking,” she said. “Let’s just make this all nice and hot and dirty.”

She was amazing. “You had me at hot and dirty. But I don’t know about nice.”

She laughed lightly. “You’re right. Don’t be nice. Be…very not nice.”

“That I can totally do.”

At least, he usually could. He wondered if he’d be able to be vulgar and dirty with Gabby. The woman saved lives for a living. At that very moment, even with her hot and wet against him, he could picture her crawling through the smashed back window of a pickup to free a three-month-old baby from the wreckage. The fucking truck could have gone up in flames at any minute, but there was no holding her back. And then there was the time he’d found her in the surgery waiting room, holding hands with an older gentleman as they waited for word on his wife. The crew had brought the woman in with a broken hip and bad concussion, and Gabby hadn’t left until the woman was resting comfortably in her hospital room hours later.

Then she moved against him and moaned, “I need you, Conner. It’s crazy, but I knew it would be like this.”

Oh yeah—he was all in. She needed him. She was turned on, babbling, but that’s all he needed to hear.

“You knew it would be like this?” How the hell had
he
missed it?

“That’s why I never…” She wiggled again and he had to readjust his grip on her.

“Why you never what, G?” he asked huskily.

“Why I never let you see me as a girl.”

With his hand against hot, wet pussy and breasts with rock-hard nipples pressing into his chest, that drew a soft chuckle from him. “Well, I’m definitely noticing that you’re a girl now, G.” He slipped his finger past the elastic leg of her panties.

Her smile died as she gasped, though all he’d done was stroke over soft skin. That was nothing compared to what he intended to do. Soon.

“I’m glad,” she said, her head falling back against the door behind her.

“And can I say…you’re very good at it.”

Her head came up. “Good at being a girl?”

He nodded and ran his finger over her soft, very girlie skin again.

“You said you weren’t going to be nice,” she reminded him breathlessly.

“You want not nice?” he asked.

She moaned, her eyes slipping closed. “So much.”

He slipped his finger through the wet folds, making her shudder. “Pull your top up.”

Her eyes flew open. “What?”

“Your breasts have been driving me nuts since…” He trailed off. Being turned on at the scene of her apartment fire might be a little insensitive.

Her mouth curled. “Since…you realized I had breasts?”

“Something like that.”

“You go for bigger breasts usually.”

“I don’t care about any breasts but yours right now. Pull it up.”

She sighed. “It’s like I can’t think straight when you’re around. I know I should make this harder for you, make you work for it, but I just want to strip down and rub myself all over you.”

His cock throbbed at that. “Gabby,” he said through gritted teeth.

“I’m starting to think the other girls don’t actually
want
to be so needy around you, but they can’t help it.”

“Thank you.” It sounded kind of like a compliment. “Now pull your top up and show me your nipples.”

He felt her thighs squeeze him, but she still insisted on talking. “You know that whole thing about you being with a woman who is as demanding as you are with sex?”

Why was she still
talking
? “Yeah?”

“That’s supposed to be me. I thought I was going to be showing you what it’s like to have a woman taking as much as she’s giving. But I’m up against the door, panting and moaning and ready to let you do whatever you want.”

“
Good
. Now stop talking and take off your top.”

She bit her bottom lip. And did not take her top off.

Conner sighed and moved his hand away from her sweet heat to hold her leg more securely. “G, what’s going on?”

“My breasts are
really
not what you usually like.”

His gaze dropped to the slight swells, the hard tips begging for his tongue. “First of all, they’re
breasts
. I’m going to like them. Second of all…they’re breasts.”

She snorted softly.

He met her gaze as he lifted a hand, dragging his thumb over the stiff peak of her right breast. She sucked in a breath. “Does playing with your nipples make you wet?” he asked gruffly.

She nodded.

“Does sucking on them make you beg?”

She licked her bottom lip and nodded again.

“Then I’m going to
love
them.”

She reached slowly for the bottom of her shirt, then pulled it up and over her head.

He had no idea where she threw the top. His eyes were riveted on the sweetest, most perfect breasts he’d ever seen. They were small, but they were firm, the long pink tips making his mouth nearly water. She had a bikini tan line. The lower two-thirds of her breasts was two shades paler than the tan that ran across the upper curves and into the valley between.

He ran his thumb over the tip again, now with no silk barrier. She gasped.

Then he lifted her, bringing one nipple to his mouth. He licked, feeling her fingers curl against his scalp. When he sucked, she cried out.

“Yep, love them,” he said. He put his lips against her neck, kissing, then licking. “Gabby, you have exactly ten seconds to tell me to go away, or I’m not going to stop touching you until the sun comes up.”

Her voice definitely breathless, she still smiled. “There you are being nice again. It’s almost like you can’t help it.”

Oh, he’d show her nice. He leaned away from the door, bringing her with him. “Bed, now.”

“I have a better idea.”

He stopped. “Oh?”

“You have to promise something, though.”

He raised both eyebrows. “At this point? Anything.”

A sexy smile stretched her mouth. Her delicious I’m-going-to-have-those-lips-around-my-cock mouth.

“You have to promise not to let this make you fall in love with me.”

He narrowed his eyes. Now she was teasing him. And she was cute as hell doing it. Cute and hot and…fun. He couldn’t remember the last time sex had been fun.

No, that was stupid. Sex was always fun. But it wasn’t…like this.

But the love thing was easy. If nothing else—and there was a lot of “else”—Gabby didn’t need him. For anything. There was nothing he could give her that she didn’t already have or couldn’t get. “Okay.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

“Then I want to ride you on the poker table.”

He stared at her. He was hot and hard and
needed
her. “Christ, girl. I’m glad you warned me not to, ’cause you’re right…that might have done it.”

She grinned. “Is that a yes to the poker table?”

He turned and strode toward his living room, still holding her. “You say I want to ride you and my answer will always be ‘anywhere, anytime’.”

“Duly noted.”

He flipped on the light for the dining area as they passed, then deposited her on the green felt that still covered the table. Her breasts bounced slightly and he thought about pointing out that was hot, no matter what she thought, but she shimmied out of her panties then and, frankly, he lost all ability to speak.

She propped up on one elbow, one long leg dangling off the edge of the table. “You okay?”

He shook his head and pulled his shirt off. He wasn’t okay. Not at all. He felt like he’d never seen a naked woman before. He couldn’t decide where to touch first, what he most wanted to taste.

His gaze toured over her body. She was taller than most of the women he went for, with long, toned limbs. He’d already felt those legs around him and he was a big fan. Her skin was sun-kissed everywhere but for the mouthwatering, paler skin on her breasts and a gorgeous pale strip of skin between her legs. But even the lines across her hips were tiny and he knew she wore a very skimpy bikini. And she clearly shaved accordingly. There was the tiniest patch of trimmed dark hair on her mound and everything else was deliciously smooth, all a pretty peach or pink color.

“I think I owe you thanks for any career achievements I’ve had,” he told her.

“Oookay.”

“If I’d known all of this was under your uniform, I’d never have gotten a damned thing done in the past two years.”

She grinned. “You’re welcome.”

He stepped forward, between her knees, all seriousness then. “Gabby, you’re gorgeous.”

Her smile faded and her eyes widened slightly. He could only imagine what his face looked like. He was barely holding it together. This was crazy. He was far from sex starved, but he felt like it with her. He was experienced. He’d done it all, pretty much. But he felt like he was on the verge of making a first-time bumbling idiot out of himself.

He put a hand on each of her thighs, stroking up and down over the smooth, firm skin.

She licked her lips. “You okay, Dixon?”

The use of his last name pulled him back to reality a bit. This was Gabby. He could be himself.

“I’m thinking if you cowgirl me right now, I’m gonna last about three seconds.”

Chapter Six

She gave a soft laugh. “I’d take that as a compliment.”

“Yeah, well, we can’t have you thinking I don’t give as good as I get. So I’m going to do this first.” He pulled her hips toward him as he went to his knees. He heard her soft gasp and it fired his blood further. As did the gorgeous, wet pinkness before him. “Besides, you did say there needed to be equal amounts of clit and cock sucking, right?”

Before she could answer, he leaned in and kissed her inner thigh, then licked the spot, moving closer to her center.