Page 42 of Tee’d Up For Trouble

I nodded.

Aye, I should talk to him, tell him why the feck I’d knocked on his door. But how could I tell him that I wanted him? How could I tell him that in four weeks, he’d gotten something from me that Cillian hadn’t been able to in three years? He’d gotten my heart. Sure, it hurt to see Cillian fuck Aoife, but the truth? It didn’t break my heart, just my ego. I could see that now. That made me think that maybe I hadn’t been in love with Cillian, and it made me worry (okay, it made me scared shiteless) that I was in love with Jax. Kind, wonderful, supportive Jax, with his feckin’ dimples.

He sat me down on his bed and crouched in front of me. Why wouldn’t he put on some pants, for the love of everythin’ holy? Because I was just about ready to jump the unsuspecting man.

“Dee, you’re scaring me, darlin’.”

I shook my head. “I’m fine. I….”

“What?” he asked patiently.

I looked at his beautiful face. The blue eyes. That awesome nose. Those high cheekbones. That slight stubble.

“I…I want to sleep with you.”

There. I’d said it.

He looked confused. “You want to sleep here with me?”

What? This man couldn’t be that dense, could he?

Before I could say more, he winked at me. “You want me to fuck you, darlin’?”

Okay, so that was not quite how I’d put it, but sure, let’s go with his version.

I nodded like a dafteejit.

He grinned and rose. He sat next to me, holding my hand. “Dee, I want you. You know that, right?”

Did I?

“Aye, I suspected,” I managed to toss out.

Why the hell was I nervous? I was a grown woman of thirty. I wasn’t some doddering virgin offering myself to an aged lover.

He took my hand and put it on his cock. “Can you feel how hard I am?”

I squeezed slightly, and he groaned, his eyes on mine.

“Aye,” I breathed.

“I want you. But we’re not going to do this if you’re sad or?—”

I pulled my hand away and stood up jerkily. “What the feck does it take for a lass to get laid around here?” I demanded angrily.

He looked at me in shock for a moment and then began to laugh. Uncontrollably.

Well, the hell with it.

I was about to stomp out of his room when he grabbed me by the waist, his chest against my back, his lips close to my ear. He pushed his erection against my ass. “You want me to fuck you?”

He made me breathless. “Yes.”

He turned me around. “You sure?”

“Yes,” I said in exasperation.

He pushed me onto the bed, my knees hanging over the edge. “Ass up, baby.”

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