Page 48 of Tempting Irish

Chapter 13

Owen

I’m going to hell.

I didn’t bring her here for this. Didn’t mean to kiss her. To touch her. But now that I am, I can’t stop. My mouth travels down the curve of her jaw, along her slender neck, breathing in her intoxicatingscent.

I try to reel myself back. But her own need saturates the air around us, mixing with mine like a spark to a powderkeg.

I want thegirl.

Craveher.

I’ve already had a taste and it only increased my appetite. But if there was ever a definition of off limits, it’sher.

I don’t need a complication like Bree in my life. And that’s exactly what she is – a sweet, tempting, irresistiblecomplication.

“Jeezus, Bree,” I growl, raking my teeth across the sensitive flesh below her ear and feeling her tremble against me. “What are ye doing tome?”

She lets out a whimper when I tug slightly at herhair.

“Yousaid-”

“Forget what I said.” I cup her jaw, searching her face, seeing uncertainty and desire vacillating across herfeatures.

She’s unhinged something inside of me. That primal instinct to possess and protect. And hell, if it doesn’t scare the shit out of me. But, I also know that if I don’t see where this can go, I’ll regret it for the rest of mylife.

There’s a knock on the door, and I mutter a curse. “That’ll be Emer andDelaney.”

A frown tugs at herlips.

“They’re going to spend the night withye.”

“Oh.” She licks her lips, a hint of disappointment tugging at herbrows.

My fingers are still tangled in the hair at the nape of her neck, my forehead resting against hers. I don’t want to let her go. There’s still a lot that needs to be said. I think about telling the women to piss off, to leave us alone, but I doubt that would go overwell.

“We’ll talk tomorrow.” I press my lips against her forehead before dropping myhands.

Her fingers rise to her lips, confusion pulling at herbrows.

I open the door to Emer and Delaney, who instantly rush into the room, wrapping their arms around Bree, and fussing overher.

“Are ye all right? I shouldn’t have left ye alone out there,” Emer says, visiblyshaken.

Bree slowly softens, her tension scattering in the presence of the otherwomen.

This is where she belongs. With them. Withme.

I wince at the last thought, knowing what I’m gambling with if I let whatever this thing is between us go anyfurther.

“Out,” Emer says, pointing at the door. “Girls’ nightonly.”

I grunt and grab my guitar, before heading to Aiden’ssuite.

Shane and Cillian are already there, working on a song for the nextalbum.

“She okay?” Shane asks, stretching an arm over the back of the couch and pulling out his phone, checking hismessages.

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