the fuck would I want you to leave? What was that just now for you?” No, this isn’t fucking happening. She’s said too much for me to think that she doesn’t care about me.
“You always make your girls leave,” she whispered, and looked around the room, avoiding eye contact with me. “I thought when you got up, that’s what you wanted me to do.”
I’d never seen Maci so unsure of herself and timid-looking. I quickly closed the distance between us and pulled her close, cupping her face in my hands. “If all you wanted was for me to fuck you, then go. But, Maci, you’re not like those girls. I don’t want you to leave.”
Those eyes shot back up to mine, and a soft smile crossed her face. “Really?”
Letting go of her, I shook my head and shrugged helplessly. “Jesus Christ, Maci. I haven’t gone more than a few minutes without thinking about you this entire week. I’ve been going crazy keeping myself from you because I know this is going to turn out so bad for us. Your brothers will kill me. But after that . . . fuck. You can’t walk away from me . . . not after that. I can’t go back to avoiding whatever’s happening between—”
She launched herself at me, wrapping her body around mine, and kissed me until our breathing was ragged.
“Does this mean you’ll get your ass back in my bed?”
“I’m kind of wondering why you aren’t already walking us back there, Detective.”
I bit down on her bottom lip and was suddenly ready for round two when another sexy moan sounded in her throat. “I hate it when you call me that.”
“I know.”
“Watch it, Maci,” I said in a teasing warning.
“Or what?” she whispered against my lips. “You’ll lose control with me again?”
I smiled and began walking to the bedroom. “You haven’t seen me lose control yet, baby.”
Chapter Seven
Maci
I WOKE TO Connor’s lips kissing a soft trail down the back of my neck, and turned in his arms to face him.
“Morning,” his deep voice rumbled as he pushed my hair away from my face.
“Morning.” I dropped my head against his chest when I started to yawn. “What time is it?”
“Early. I have to go back to the office, we only left last night because we needed to sleep before Sanders and I tried to kill each other.”
Looking back up at his face, I noticed the dark circles under his eyes and reached up to trace them. “You look like you still didn’t get any sleep.”
“I didn’t.”
“Why?”
Connor took a deep breath in and held it for a few moments as his eyes glazed over. “Just had a lot on my mind.”
“Like?” I asked cautiously.
“This case I’m working . . . you . . . your brothers,” he gritted the last two words out.
“They won’t find out,” I said, hoping to assure him and trying not to panic that he was already regretting last night.
He smiled sadly and kissed me before getting off the bed and heading to his closet. I frowned when I saw he was already mostly dressed to leave for work. Sitting up in his bed, I pulled the comforter up to cover myself, and watched as he walked back out, buttoning up a gray shirt, with a blue tie the same color as his eyes draped over his arm.
Not willing to let him see my inner freak-out, I squared my shoulders and stated with blatant indifference: “You regret last night.”
“What—no.” His head snapped up, his eyes wide. “Maci, shit, why do you do this?” He dropped the tie on the bed and walked over to lean close to me.
“What?”
“This,” he said softly, his eyes boring into mine. “You act like you don’t care, and I know you do. You put on this brave face and say shit like this, and you get ready to push me away rather than find out what’s happening between us. Its like you’re prepared for me to upset you, and are trying to act like you couldn’t care less.”
“Have you met my brothers?” I tried to laugh. “I have to be tough around them, or they’d give me so much
“You always make your girls leave,” she whispered, and looked around the room, avoiding eye contact with me. “I thought when you got up, that’s what you wanted me to do.”
I’d never seen Maci so unsure of herself and timid-looking. I quickly closed the distance between us and pulled her close, cupping her face in my hands. “If all you wanted was for me to fuck you, then go. But, Maci, you’re not like those girls. I don’t want you to leave.”
Those eyes shot back up to mine, and a soft smile crossed her face. “Really?”
Letting go of her, I shook my head and shrugged helplessly. “Jesus Christ, Maci. I haven’t gone more than a few minutes without thinking about you this entire week. I’ve been going crazy keeping myself from you because I know this is going to turn out so bad for us. Your brothers will kill me. But after that . . . fuck. You can’t walk away from me . . . not after that. I can’t go back to avoiding whatever’s happening between—”
She launched herself at me, wrapping her body around mine, and kissed me until our breathing was ragged.
“Does this mean you’ll get your ass back in my bed?”
“I’m kind of wondering why you aren’t already walking us back there, Detective.”
I bit down on her bottom lip and was suddenly ready for round two when another sexy moan sounded in her throat. “I hate it when you call me that.”
“I know.”
“Watch it, Maci,” I said in a teasing warning.
“Or what?” she whispered against my lips. “You’ll lose control with me again?”
I smiled and began walking to the bedroom. “You haven’t seen me lose control yet, baby.”
Chapter Seven
Maci
I WOKE TO Connor’s lips kissing a soft trail down the back of my neck, and turned in his arms to face him.
“Morning,” his deep voice rumbled as he pushed my hair away from my face.
“Morning.” I dropped my head against his chest when I started to yawn. “What time is it?”
“Early. I have to go back to the office, we only left last night because we needed to sleep before Sanders and I tried to kill each other.”
Looking back up at his face, I noticed the dark circles under his eyes and reached up to trace them. “You look like you still didn’t get any sleep.”
“I didn’t.”
“Why?”
Connor took a deep breath in and held it for a few moments as his eyes glazed over. “Just had a lot on my mind.”
“Like?” I asked cautiously.
“This case I’m working . . . you . . . your brothers,” he gritted the last two words out.
“They won’t find out,” I said, hoping to assure him and trying not to panic that he was already regretting last night.
He smiled sadly and kissed me before getting off the bed and heading to his closet. I frowned when I saw he was already mostly dressed to leave for work. Sitting up in his bed, I pulled the comforter up to cover myself, and watched as he walked back out, buttoning up a gray shirt, with a blue tie the same color as his eyes draped over his arm.
Not willing to let him see my inner freak-out, I squared my shoulders and stated with blatant indifference: “You regret last night.”
“What—no.” His head snapped up, his eyes wide. “Maci, shit, why do you do this?” He dropped the tie on the bed and walked over to lean close to me.
“What?”
“This,” he said softly, his eyes boring into mine. “You act like you don’t care, and I know you do. You put on this brave face and say shit like this, and you get ready to push me away rather than find out what’s happening between us. Its like you’re prepared for me to upset you, and are trying to act like you couldn’t care less.”
“Have you met my brothers?” I tried to laugh. “I have to be tough around them, or they’d give me so much
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