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“What now?” I swallow hard. “What do you want from me?”
We stare at each other and I tighten my grip on the edge of the seat.He notices. His gaze flicks down to my tight knuckles then up to my eyes, then my lips.
“Come here,” he says, crooking his finger to beckon me closer to him, and temptation lures me in.
He moves closer and I know he’s going to kiss me. Instead of going into lockdown mode, I stare at his lips, wondering what he tastes like.
So, like an obedient servant, I move toward him and he closes the space between us.
Cillian’s lips crush to mine and a blast of fire rushes over me. It’s so intense and hot I pull back briefly, and he smiles.
“Come back here. I’m not finished with you yet.” He speaks in a low voice that whispers to every part of me that is desperate for attention.The attention he wants to give me.
I move back in to kiss him, and everything leaves my mind.Thoughts, worries, concerns. The past, the present, the future.Everything.
The strong masculine taste of him mingled with the sweet wine sends me spinning into the arms of wild ecstasy.Then all I can think of as he deepens the kiss and his tongue sweeps over mine is how badly I want him to touch me everywhere.
I moan into his mouth when hunger turns to greed, and he cups my face.
My pussy clenches with the need for him to be inside me. That’s when I know I’m in trouble, but instead of running for my life I indulge in the taste of him like an addict getting a fix.
I’m shocked when he pulls away. I wasn’t ready to stop kissing him yet.
My lips are still burning from the passion and desire he gave me.
As if we did nothing, Cillian glances down at the Rolex on his wrist. “Eighteen and a half minutes.” The smile returns to his face.
“Eighteen and a half minutes?” I rasp, my voice hoarse.
“You owe me eighteen and a half minutes. I’ll collect it when I think of something else I want to do with you.”
I stare back at him, checking I heard him right. “What?”
“You heard me.”
“When will that be?”
“Whenever I want.” He runs a thick finger over my bottom lip, then inches away. “Good night, lass.”
I blink several times, processing his order, feeling like I’ve been dismissed. Because I have.
I stand. My head is still spinning from the kiss, and the situation.
I still owe him. Just not in the way I did before.
Eighteen and a half minutes. “Good night. Thank you for what you did for my mom.”
“See you soon.” Like the other night, those words sound like a promise.
I turn and walk away, my legs shaking as I flee from the emotion and confusion.
Before I leave the room I chance glancing over my shoulder and find he’s watching me. I leave and it feels like those stormy blue eyes follow me all the way home.
Who knows what he’ll want from me when he comes to collect?
The worst thing is: now that I’ve tasted him, I want more.
And I can’t get Cillian O’Ridian out of my head.
