Page 26 of Taming Irish

Chapter 7

Makena

Oh.MyGod.

I’d been expecting Nora when I answered the door. I was not expecting the hulking, six-foot-two Irish god that’s currently staring down at me with amusedhunger.

Is it possible the man got even better looking in the past few days since I’d last seenhim?

My head is spinning, and as much as my body reacts to him, in no reality—none, zero, zilch—does him showing up here make anysense.

“W-what are you doinghere?”

He gives me a crooked grin that deepens the dimple in his right cheek. “I’m ye’re date fortonight.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “How did you know where Iwas?”

“I didn’t.” He takes a step toward me, and instinctively I start to shut the door. One large hand reaches out, and he places his palm out to stop me, humor twinkling in hisgaze.

“You just randomly showed up at mydoor?”

“Not randomly.” He chuckles, and says in the low brogue, “I’ll admit, it’s a bit of acoincidence.”

I try not to be affected by his voice, but the richness of it, the way each syllable sounds like sex, goes straight to my core, where a tight ball of desire is alreadyforming.

Damn theman.

“A coincidence?” I grip my towel against my chest, aware of how exposed I am. And also remembering the stupid promise I’d made to myself last night if he ever called me back. But he hadn’t called me back. He’d shown up on my doorstep, with a disarming grin that tells me he isn’t about to walk away this time with only hisnumber.

“Colleen asked me to come over,” he adds, like it explainseverything.

“Colleen?” My frown deepens. How does she know thisman?

“Well, I think it was Nora’s idea.” He leans in, his sage eyes studying me as his lips twist up. “Or, maybe it wasyers?”

“How could it be mine, when I don’t even know why you’rehere?”

“I told ye. I’m here to take ye on adate.”

“Adate?” I squint up at him, trying to figure out what his game is, and feeling like I’m on one of those reality TV shows where the camera crew will jump out at any second and announce I’ve beenPunk’d.

“Unless ye just want to skip the whole wining and dining and get straight to the reason ye invited mehere.”

“I. Did. Not. Invite. You.” I enunciate each word like he’s too slow to understand a completesentence.

“So ye didn’t ask Nora to set ye up with me?” Sage eyes feast on me, as one dark brow cocks up, like he’samused.

“Of course not. I didn’t know you even knew her. How could I?” I stop when I realize why he’s here. “Wait. You thought I was someone else. That’s why youcame.”

He shrugs. “Colleen asked me for a favor. Said ye were holed up in this place. That ye needed a bit of fun.” He gives me one of his seductive, cocky grins. “I couldn’t agreemore.”

I know the kind of fun he’s talking about, and my body and brain war with each other over which bad decision I’m going to make; inviting him in, or sending him on hisway.

If I invite him in, I have no doubt where it’ll lead – straight to the bedroom. I suppress the moan that bubbles up in my chest at thethought.

God, he’s sexy. And the way he’s looking at me has my body tingling with a mix of excitement andnerves.

My headwins.

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