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She breaks the kiss. “Finn, there is a sweet church-going woman in the other room getting ready to feed the town not more than a hundred feet away. Are you trying to scandalize her?”
I chuckle. “Don’t be fooled. Back in the day, Fiona was a vixen. Had quite a few men running after her. I think she could out-scandalize you, Georgia Henry.”
A burst of laughter shoots out of her plump lips. Her head is back, exposing the slim column of her neck.
“After last night, I doubt it.” Her shoulders shake, and her eyes glitter. Something pierces my heart.
Georgia officially undoes me.
My mouth lands on hers. She’s still laughing, so my tongue slips in, and her laughter stops in a whimper. I demolish her. We are teeth, tongues, and moans. The heat from her body soaks into me. Her scent punishes me. I lift her onto the bar and settle between her legs, my hands roaming over her body with a will of their own. Tracing the soft curve of her hip. Noting the sharp intake of breath when I discover the outline of her breast. She melts into my body on a soft gasp.
“Gotta tell you, Angel, I was all kinds of pissed this morning. You were mine last night.” I haul her closer, her breasts mashed against my chest. The heat rolling off her body is scorching me, and damn it if I don’t want to combust right now.
Her hands roam over me. Through my hair, down my neck, cupping my face as she kisses me as hard as I kiss her. I shiver when her hands sweep across my pecs and start a fevered journey, tracing my abs. I return the favor and span her flat stomach, feeling her muscles quiver. She is literally vibrating under my touch.
A clanging from the kitchen wrenches us apart.
Georgia is flushed and wide-eyed. Red slashes across her slanted cheekbones.
“Oi. I’ll be back in an hour. I’ll see you both then,” Fiona calls.
The door to the back of the pub slams shut.
Georgia’s hand flies to her mouth. Her eyes are wide. “We’re going to hell. We were making out like teenagers while an elderly woman was cooking for parishioners.” Georgia’s head collapses onto my shoulder. “I’m so embarrassed.”
I nuzzle her neck. How this woman smells so good is beyond me. Flowers and her. “I wanted you to come back last night, Angel. So fucking much. I knew the moment you sashayed into my bar you were mine.” I taste her neck, and she moans. “But you only had eyes for my arse.” At her raised eyebrows I say, “I could see you in the mirror.”
“It’s quite the ass,” she murmurs, tilting her head back to give me more access to her neck.
“Yeah?” So fucking pleased I keep fit by hauling barrels of beer and twenty-kilogram bags of potatoes.
“I meant what I said about being shirtless. You’d have girls and men throwing money at you.”
I whip off my T-shirt and throw it on the counter.
Her eyes widen, then grow hazy when they roam over my body.
I cock an eyebrow. “Pay up, Angel. Where’s your money?”
“I owe you a million.”
“My currency is your underwear.”
She smiles as I kiss her. Hard, sincere, and not holding anything back. I brand her with my tongue. She shivers when I bite her bottom lip lightly but with enough authority that she knows I want her.
“You’re getting naked on my bar.” My hands are up the back of her ridiculously tight and tiny top, feeling the satiny skin of her back. “Fucking Elvis. I love Elvis.”
She pulls back. “I know, right? My middle name is Presley.”
I kiss the length of her neck. “You’ve got me all shook up.”
She stills. “It topped the US Billboard in 1957 and stayed for eight weeks.”
I’m impressed. This girl knows her Elvis. “I feel so bad I’m going to ruin you for all men.”
She laughs. “Which was released in 1961.”
I kiss the side of her mouth. “It won’t be long before my cock is in heaven.”
