Her deep, even breaths told me she was still out. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d actually slept with someone. The few times I’d tried always ended up with a disastrous nightmare.

But with Abbie, I’d actually been able to escape my nightmares. More like I passed out after exhausting myself. I hadn’t slept for more than two hours at a time in over a month. But with Abbie, all I’d dreamed about was her. Guilt pricked at my subconscious.

I had to deal with the Gemma situation. She’d encouraged me to go after Abbie at the party, but still, I had an obligation to her. But it was way past time for me to start living my life. Gemma would have to understand. And staying away from Abbie wasn’t going to happen. It was almost as if she’d dragged me into her gravitational orbit with her wit, strength, and beautiful smile.

I picked up one of her slim braids and inspected the woven strands of black and lighter brown pieces as they shimmered in the soft morning light. She shifted in my arms, grinding her hips into my crotch, forcing a hiss from me as my semi-hard dick sprang to attention.

As if they were heat seeking missiles, her hips scooted back into mine, and I gnashed my teeth together, praying for control. She was so hot, so undeniably sexy without even trying.

What the hell had I gotten myself into? I wanted her more than I’d ever wanted anybody in my life. But if I wasn’t careful, I’d lose her. I had too many balls to juggle. The safest thing for me to do was to leave her alone. But I knew I couldn’t give her up. I wanted a thousand moments like this. Mostly because I was a selfish wanker.

She wiggled again. I continued to hold her and ignored the sweet agony. Fascinated by the contrast of my pale hand and her smooth, gleaming, dark skin, I stared as my thumb drew lazy patterns on her shoulder. I could ignore it, just for the pleasure of holding her.

Ah, who the hell was I kidding? I was moments away from waking her when she wiggled again. I wanted her. Again. Even though I'd had her three times in the middle of the night.

My hand rested on her hip and reflexively contracted when she scooted her ass further into my groin. I groaned. “Jesus, Abbie, I'm only so much of a gentleman. You do that again, and I'm not going to be responsible for what happens.”

She giggled, and the sound was low and earthy, like she should do nothing but laugh all the time. “If you want to pretend later that I took advantage of you in your weakened and food-deprived state, then that's okay.”