Page 62 of Taming Irish

“Is that what this is?” I lean close, tasting her breath on my lips. The need for her sparks a fire inside me that blazes dangerouslyhot.

“Shane.” My name comes out like a rasp, a sound that goes straight to mycock.

I kiss her softly, knowing I’m only torturing myself, because one kiss will never be enough. Not with her. She whimpers, and I groan into hermouth.

“Your…family…” Her words are tortured, but they bring me back to thepresent.

I pull back and run my thumb across her bottom lip, which is still damp from ourkiss.

“They likeye.”

She frowns, and I can’t tell what she’sthinking.

“Ilikeye.” I kiss her again, stopping the objection I know is coming. Her body slowly melts against mine, and I know I’vewon.

I’m just not sure what the prize isyet.

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