THE MIGHTY QUINNS: CONOR

She was impossible to resist . . .

And Conor was tired of making the effort. He'd been alone for so long, and for the first time in his life, he'd found someone who could make him forget all the barriers he'd built up around his heart.

Somewhere in the recesses of his mind, a little voice - his cop voice - told him that spending the night in the same bed with Olivia broke all the rules. And making love to her would end his career. But at the moment, he didn't care. "I want to stop, but I can't," he murmured, dropping kisses along her jaw.

Olivia sighed. "I'm sure there are rules against this," she whispered. Her tongue teased his nipple. She trailed lower, nipping and biting, and driving him mad with need. "And against this . . ." she teased, her fingers trailing down his belly, causing a flood of heat to rush to his lap.

He couldn't take it any longer. Grabbing her wrists, he lowered her to the bed and covered her body with his. "I think it's time we started making up our own rules," he growled. "And rule number one . . ." he said, raising himself above her, ". . . is that there will be no more rules."

THE MIGHTY QUINNS: DYLAN

Dylan lifted Meggie onto the edge of the pool table. Then, stepping between her legs, he pulled her nearer, molding her body against his naked chest. She was so warm and soft, he couldn't get enough of her.

But her sweater was becoming a hindrance. Impatient to continue, Dylan reached down and grabbed the hem, then slowly tugged it up. Meggie met his gaze and the desire burning in her eyes startled him. With a soft sigh, she brushed his hands away and, in one quick motion, pulled off her sweater, then tossed it aside.

Dylan could barely breathe. She was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

Meggie stared shivering, and Dylan could see the indecision in her eyes. But just when he was about to call an end to this intimate exploration, Meggie reached out and slipped her fingers beneath the waistband of his jeans. Scooting back onto the pool table, she pulled him with her, until he was nearly lying on top of her.

"I'm not very good at this game," she murmured.

Dylan groaned. "Honey, if you were any better, the game would already be over."