Page 65 of Tempting Irish

“I…I thought I could havejust sexwith you.But…”

He tenses slightly, his body rigid. His palms cup my jaw, as gray eyes study me, nostrils flaring, lipspursed.

“I wouldn’t be standing here if I thought it would just be sex,” he raspsout.

Unsteady, my heart hammers wildly, my pulse frantic, not knowing what that means, or if it even meansanything.

Gray eyes turn to pitch as he watches me, something primal in his gaze, and I shake beneath the gravity of it, sure that after tonight, I’ll never be thesame.

“Okay,” I whisper, knowing with that one word I’m accepting everything he has to give, even if his everything isn’tenough.

A blaze of something feral strains his features, and he gives a hard nod, then presses his lips against myforehead.

“I’ll be back in an hour,” he says, pullingaway.

“You’releaving?”

“I haven’t been here for a few months. I’ve got a cellar full of wine and whisky, but that’s about it. Need to get somefood.”

“I’m not hungry,” Ipout.

He smirks and kisses me hard, then pulls away. “Ye will be when I’m done withye.”

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