body was tense against his and fire crackled in her eyes. “Maybe I don’t want to sleep with you.”
His hands rubbed her back. “If you don’t want to sleep with me, I’m sure I could be convinced to stay awake.”
Apparently he was starting to speak her language because she softened. Her curves molded into his and the heat that had pooled in his stomach flooded his system. “I’ve never been good at sleepovers.”
“I doubt there are many people who would accuse you of being good at all.” He lifted her into his arms. Penny was a puzzle. One he would be better off not trying to solve. One he should be pushing away instead of carrying back to his bed.
He lowered her onto the mattress, never releasing his hold on her body.
“Good is overrated.” Penny pulled him down to her. “When has being good ever gotten you what you wanted?”
At one point, the thing he’d wanted most had been her. He’d been willing to do anything to keep her, except share her with anyone else. He lowered his head to hers. “Being good has gotten me nothing.”
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