Page 47 of Tempting Irish

“Nothing I should be,” hemumbles.

He could break me down so easily if I let him. The cliff is so close, my already fragile heart is struggling forbalance.

He pulls out his cell from his back pocket when it rings, his frown deepening when he answers. “Yeah.”

His distraction gives me the chance to move away from him, to get my bags and leave. I try not to listen in to his conversation, which is more of an argument, with Owen grunting and growling half of hiswords.

I’m halfway across the living room, with my luggage in tow, when Owen seesme.

“Fine,” he snarls into the receiver while stalking towards me, giving me a look that tells me I’m not getting out of here without afight.

He ends the call, shoving his phone back in his back pocket while blocking thedoor.

“Owen, just let mego.”

“Can’t do that. Promised EmerI’d-”

“Is that what this is about?Her?”

“No.” His eyes narrow, and he takes the bottle from my hand and places it on the table besideme.

“Then what? Because one minute you’re acting like you hate me, and thenext-”

His fingers fist tightly in my hair, and the next thing I know, my back is against the wall, his thigh pushed between mine, trappingme.

Gray eyes frantically search mine, his breath rough and ragged, and my own confusion is mirrored in hisexpression.

My palms rest on his chest, and I can feel the frantic beating of his heart. “What are youdoing?”

“Going to hell.” His mouth crashes down on mine.Hard.

The kiss is hot, demanding, and filled with pent-updesire.

I struggle to curb my reaction to him, to fight the part of me that craves this…needsthis.

Impossible.

Something throbs inside of me, so deep, so overwhelming that it threatens to swallow me whole, and I know that no matter how hard I try to fight against the emotions stealing the breath from my lungs, this man will not let me leave Ireland with my heartintact.

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