Waking Up Married(16)

“Damn it, Megan, look at me.” Those hands were on her again,     spinning her around and holding her still as Connor got in her face.

“One.” He let go of her to bring his thumb up. “I do not have     any sexually transmitted diseases. I always use a condom and following the     breakup of my yearlong committed relationship had myself tested, as a     precaution, regardless. Two.” His index finger was next. “Neither is there a     trust fund nor some executor to appease regarding it. Every cent I have, I     earned on my own. Three, where the hell do you get this stuff?” Another finger.     “Four, I didn’t marry you to get my hands on a baby. I married you because we     had similar goals and priorities and expectations...and damn it, I married you     because I liked you a hell of a lot too.”

She shook her head, searching those impossible eyes. “But it     doesn’t make sense—”

He waved her off. “And five, I absolutely did not try to get     you pregnant last night. We didn’t have sex.”

Her jaw dropped.

So he was gay.

And why the revelation hit her like disappointment when she     ought to be turning cartwheels, she couldn’t say. But she’d deal with it     later.

Only. then that mishmash of backward thinking was in play     again, rising up with a victorious laugh at a thought that should have spurred     outrage. “But I was naked,” she challenged,     recalling she’d literally stumbled over her panties and hideous T-shirt     sprinting to the bathroom. A lucky break considering how fast on her heels     Connor had been.

Naked and puking would have been a     low she didn’t care to contemplate.

“Yeah, and I didn’t say nothing     happened.” With that concession, his gaze burned a slow path down her body,     leaving her with the sense the bulk of her robe was all but invisible. He’d seen     her before. And right then, he was seeing her again.

“Connor!”

His eyes met hers, completely unrepentant. “Man, I love it when     you get my name right.”

“Wait...what?”

“Say it again for me.”

“Okay,” she swallowed. “I believe you. You’re probably not     gay.”

“Mmm. So sure?” he needled.

Make that definitely not. Like they         definitely should have steered clear of the     topic of sex altogether. Because having touched on it, now those hard-to-read     eyes of his weren’t so hard to read at all. They were filled with a possessive     sort of predatory heat...directed at her.

“I could convince you. Spend the next hour or two making my     argument.” Leaning into her space, he added, “I’m a pretty compelling guy when I     set my mind to it.”

“Connor,” she warned, trying not to give in to the laugh     threatening to escape. She should be horrified. Traumatized. So why was it, in     the aftermath of the worst decision of her life, this man’s totally     inappropriate taunts and teasing were somehow making her feel safe.

As if he’d sensed the ease in her tension, something changed in     the man before her. The joking and pretense were set aside. Connor was     completely serious, and her soul-deep awareness of his shift in mood was more     disconcerting than waking up next to a stranger had been.

“Megan, the reason we didn’t have sex last night was because     you went from laughing and sexy and totally in the moment to not feeling so     great. So instead of taking you to bed, I put you there. Simple.”

Simple. Somehow it didn’t feel that     way.

He took her hand. “I should have realized how much you’d had to     drink. I should have stopped us earlier.”

“I’m a big girl with better sense than this. I should have     stopped myself. Obviously.” She drew a slow breath and pressed the heels of her     hands against the dull throb at her temples. “Look at where it got me.”

“Married.” Connor’s warm palm cupped her cheek as he searched     her eyes, his elusive smile nowhere to be found. “To a man who’s about as     perfect an alternative to your plan as you can get. And you don’t even remember     why.”