Page 65 of Her Irish Boss

“You are, too.”

He trailed his fingertips up and down her leg. She was about to be a puddle of goop if he did that much longer. Brogan's handsanywhereturned her to mush.

She leaned closer, nipping once at his bottom lip before sinking slow and deep into the kiss she'd wanted all night.

A loud knock at the door broke them apart. His head fell back before he shifted her to the side and stood up.

“I left my cell phone,” Cathal called. “I swear if you're already naked, I'll be so damn proud—”

Brogan yanked open the door. “Do you mind? I have neighbors.”

Cathal brushed past him. “Sorry, love,” he said to Selena who still sat on the sofa. “I forgot my phone.” He picked it up off the counter and waved to Brogan. “Carry on.”

Brogan slammed the door harder that time, muttered, again, and then stalked back to the living room.

Selena rose. He'd expect to start back where they left off.

She met him in the middle of the floor. Brogan needed a little chaos in his life. And right then, riding high on the happiness of feeling part of a happy family for once in her life, she was the one to give it to him.

“We could—” He didn't finish his sentence as her lips found his. If the kiss on the couch had been rated by intensity, she'd have given it a three. This was a six. She rose up on her toes, trying to get closer. She'd promised she'd stay the night. Yet his hands stayed PG. Hers had already slipped under his shirt. The brief experience of his skin when he'd stayed at her apartment had left a lasting impression.

Now, she wanted to memorize every inch of his amazing chest. Hard chiseled muscles. The one she felt every day smoothing down his tie.

Another knock at the door made her moan in frustration this time.

“That jammy bastard had better be glad I don't—” He opened the door, and Cathal stood there with a dopey grin on his face.

“Sorry. Left the lamb.” He moved into the apartment, sent Selena a wink, and then turned to leave. “Carry on.”

“I'm not answering this door again,” Brogan growled.

“I didn't expect you to answer the first two times.”

Brogan closed the door and locked every lock imaginable.

Some more of Cathal's magic she assumed, pushing Brogan's buttons.

He started to pull her back to him. But she had a different plan. Keep him off-kilter. Not in control. She was in charge.

She stepped back, just out of his reach. “Where's your bedroom?”

His brows drew down sharply. Nothing but sweet, polite concern in his expression. Becausethatwas what she wanted to see.

“Selena....”

She rolled her eyes and pulled her t-shirt over her head, tossing it to the far chair. The bra was plain, same as before, but judging by his sharp intake of breath and the way his eyes locked with hers, it didn't matter.

“I'll find it myself.”

After a few more phrases she didn't understand, he took long, confident steps and yanked her to his body. His mouth crashed into hers, smothering her squeal of excitement. His mouth ravaged hers, the same way he'd done before. Primal. When he lost his edge of control, they both won.

Her feet left the floor, and she wrapped her legs around his waist.

This was happening. He'd finally given her the level ten kiss she wanted.

Another knock sounded at the door.

His lips trailed down her throat.

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