A Baby For The Billionaire. Maureen Child

have her turn in to his arms. But he wasn’t about to say all of that to her, so he went with the most immediate reason.

      “I don’t like the idea of you driving around so late by yourself, is all.”

      A slow, pleased smile curved her mouth just before she went up on her toes and planted a soft, quick kiss on his lips. “That is very sweet.”

      Now Connor frowned. He wasn’t sweet. Ask anybody.

      “Dina,” he said, catching her hand in his as she started to walk past him. His insides were tangled up in a mess of sensations, emotions and thoughts he didn’t want to explore. But there was one thing he had to say to her before she walked out of the room. One thing he wanted straightened out.

      She looked down to where their hands were joined, then lifted her gaze to his again. “I can’t talk now, Connor. I’ve got a job and I have to go do it.”

      He didn’t let her go. Instead, he gave her hand a squeeze and held on. “Yeah. Another minute’s not going to make that much difference.”

      “Okay. What is it?”

      “Since we got back from Ireland, you’ve been staying in your own room.”

      “Yeah,” she said, inhaling sharply, “I thought it would be best if we got back to reality.”

      “Reality sucks,” he said, giving her hand a tug hard enough to pull her into him. He looked down into her eyes, let her see the need, the hunger in his. He lifted his free hand to cup her breast and smiled when she closed her eyes and sighed in response. Dragging his thumb across her nipple, he felt it harden even through her bra and the thin fabric of her shirt. “I want you, Dina. Right now, but I’ll settle for tonight.”

      “Connor...” Whatever she was going to say changed as seconds ticked past with their gazes locked, their bodies pinned tightly together. She licked her lips, sending a zip of heat sliding through him.

      “Okay,” she said at last, reaching to cover his hand on her breast with her own. “Tonight.”

      “And then every night after,” he said, knowing he was pushing and not giving a good damn. Having his hands on her again was both torture and delight.

      “And every night after,” she said softly, shaking her head as if she knew she was making a mistake but was determined to do it anyway. “This is crazy, you know that, right?”

      “No. What’s crazy is knowing what we have together and not having it.”

      She laughed shortly. “Still, not a good idea.”

      “Best idea since pizza,” he countered.

      “I guess we’ll see.” Reluctantly, she pulled away from him and moved away. “But for now, I’ve got to run. I should be back by one or so...”

      “I’ll be waiting,” he said as his body tightened painfully, throbbing and aching with each hard slam of his heartbeat.

      “Great. Good.” Nodding, she backed away from him and Connor’s gaze swept down, loving the look of her long, toned legs in those very tiny shorts.

      She made it to the doorway and paused. Turning back to him, she gave him a warning stare. “No more sampling the goodies.”

      “You’re the only goodie I’m interested in,” he said quietly.

      “Oh, boy.” She swallowed hard, then left the room at a run, as if she didn’t trust herself to stay another minute.