Page 36 of Naughty Irish Liar

My heart knocked out of my chest when I’d caught sight of him, and it hadn’t stopped its erratic thumping yet.

The truth was, I wanted him to chase after me, it would make a damn change. I think I knew when I woke up this morning, that he wasn’t in bed, but it didn’t stop me checking the suite to make sure he wasn’t around somewhere. I even waited twenty minutes and then thirty in case he’d gone out to bring us coffee.

Stupid.

He’d told me exactly why he’d come to my room and I let my begging heart make more of last night than it was.

For me it was amazing. Life changing. Everything my fantasies said it would be and more. He’d treated me so special, as though I was worth more than breath to him and then he’d taken off with no word whatsoever.

But seeing him now … chasing after me.

My heart gave a token revived thump but there was still residual anger circling my head. “Do you know, you’re the most vacant man I know, Ronan? What’s on the surface is just that. Superficial ego and conceited appeal. So why you’re concerned in my health now is baffling.” Rain bounced off the top of my head. I seriously should have caught a cab.

“Tell me how you really feel about me, princess, no really, it makes me hard,” he smirked with stormy eyes that only proved my point and turned me on at the same time. Dammit. I didn’t think I had a type.

But Ronan was my type.

“Swear to God, Catherine, if you don’t get the fuck in this car right now I’ll cause a holy fucking scene and drag you in.”

I stopped on the sidewalk, rain blowing into my eyes and I gave him theI’d like to see you trylook. But at the last second I pulled back on the sass dangling on the edge of my tongue. He could behave in whatever idiot man way he wanted to, that didn’t mean I had to reduce myself to snapping my hurt.

I sighed, hefted my tote bag onto my shoulder and slipped off the curb and slid into his car.

“This thing looks like the bat mobile.” I remarked at the red interior.

Such a guy car. Such a Ronan car. I was impressed and blasé at the same time.

“Buckle up,” he grated, looking forward, he put the bat mobile in gear and ripped off into traffic even before I’d reached the belt. The action shot me back in the seat. “I’m taking you home.”

“I was fine walking. I’malwaysfine walking.”

I turned my head to the window and watched the city pass by. Luckily the hotel was only minutes away, so I decided not to talk to him.

When we pulled up outside of a building that wasn’t my father’s hotel I frowned.

What the hell?

“This isn’t my home.” I told him.

“No. It’s mine. Come on.”

“No. You can either drop me off at home like you said, or I’ll walk.”

He looked back at me before he exited. Arrogance coasted along his eyebrows.

Sighing, I climbed out too and followed him to a door where he entered numbers on a keypad and the door electronically opened.

It was a large hallway. I assumed it was a shared building at first, but I saw no mail hatches.

“Which floor is yours?”

“All of them. It’s my building.” He stopped at the elevator and waved me in with his arm barely brushing against my back, but I swear to god I felt it burning through my clothes. I tried to push myself into the corner of the car, willing it to move fast, but time was irrelevant when he stepped into my space, dropping his head until our noses grazed. He pressed forward with his hips and my lids lowered on a hurried inhale.

“Look at you,acushla. I hardly touched you and you’re shuddering like you’re taking that first hard thrust.”

“Stop.” I breathed out, clinging to his jacket. “Don’t tease me, Ronan.”

His laugh was harsh and bitter. “I wish I could fucking stop.”

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