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“I’m not that man, Jessie,” he says softly. “Not up here. But… out there, things are different.” He hangs his head low.
“I know that.” I sit up and take one of his hands in mine. “Just because you do bad things, doesn’t mean you’re not a good man.”
“I’m not a good man, Angel. Not even close. But I want to be a better one with you.”
“I think you might be the best man I know,” I say as I reach up and place my hand on his cheek. His beard tickles my palm as he presses his face against it. “You might be a tiger out there, but you’re still my pussycat,” I smile at him.
He looks up and scowls at me, but his eyes twinkle with wicked deviance. “A pussycat?”
“Okay, a tiger cub?” I offer with a flash of my eyebrows.
He springs up cat-like as he dives on me, pinning me to the bed. He rubs his nose along my jawline and a growl rumbles in his throat. “Shane brought you down there to create some distance between us, Angel. He thinks you’re getting too close.”
“And what do you think?” I stare up at him as the weight of his body settles against me and I start to experience the familiar fluttering in my abdomen from his touch.
“I think there’s no such thing as too close when it comes to you, Jessie,” he says as he trails feather light kisses along my throat. Then he looks up at me, his eyes burning into mine. “Do you still want me after what you just saw?”
I curl my fingers through his thick, dark hair. “The more I know you, Conor Ryan, the more I want you.”
“Damn, Angel. You surprise the hell out of me every single day. Just when I think I can’t be into you any more than I already am,” he growls as he nudges my thighs apart with his knee.
“So, you’re into me?” I tease him as I bite my lip and flutter my eyelashes.
He grins wickedly. “You know I am, and I’m about to get into you even deeper.”
Chapter
Twenty-One
JESSIE
Groaning with pain, I sit up in bed and reach for the TV remote. Sleep is not forthcoming for me tonight. I have a hot water bottle clutched against my stomach and I’ve taken two Advil, but they’re doing little to ease the pain. The cramps I get on the first day of my period are completely debilitating sometimes. It feels like someone is pulling out my insides through my navel with a corkscrew.
My bedroom door is open, and I hear footsteps outside. “You okay in there, Angel?” Conor asks as he pops his head inside.
“Just cramps,” I say. “They’ll go in a few hours or so. I hope.”
“You need some painkillers or something?” he says as he walks into the room and comes to sit on the bed.
“I’ve taken some, but they’re not great for cramps. Usually heat works,” I say as I lift my cover and show him the hot water bottle. “But even this thing doesn’t seem to be helping tonight.”
“Heat?” he asks with a flash of his eyebrows.
“Yes.”I grin at him despite my pain. Since he and I first had sex a few days ago, we’ve hardly been able to keep our hands off each other. And if I’m not in his bed, I seem to be with the twins. My period has come just at the right time—an enforced break. Although I doubt a little blood would bother any of them. “Not that kind of heat. I can’t be doing anything like that right now.”
He laughs softly and brushes a strand of hair from my forehead. “I was not suggesting that, Angel. But,” he sucks on his top lip in a way that makes him look completely adorable, “I have something that might help. Give me twenty minutes.”
“I’ll try anything,” I say as another intense cramp fires through my abdomen.
He kisses my forehead and then jumps off the bed. “I’ll be right back.”
A short time later, Conor walks back into the room, carrying what looks like a small white towel on a tray. As soon as he steps inside, I’m hit by the most awful smell. It only gets stronger as he walks toward me, and I realize the stench is coming from whatever he has on that tray.
He sits on the bed beside me.
“Jesus, Conor!” I pinch my nostrils between two fingers. “What the hell is that?”
“It’s magic.” He winks at me. “Now lift up your shirt.”
