Page 39 of Naughty Irish Liar

I wanted him. Any way I could get him.

Call me stupid. Call me weak. Love made fools of us all at some point when we fought for something important.

I needed to have contact with him for my sake and for his, he was too far away, too cold and detached. I left my seat and made my way over to Ronan watching me the entire time from beneath his sexy hooded lids. His chest rapid.

When I was in front of him, though he was sitting on the arm of the chair, his power and control spoke volumes.

I reached out to touch, tracing a finger over the whiskers across his jaw. Soft bristles. I moved along to his mouth, noticing how he flinched and while it hurt my feelings … a lot actually, I didn’t remove my hands. I placed them on either side of his neck experiencing his every heartbeat. “Do you hate me touching you?”

“No,” he rasped.

“Let me guess … it bothers you?”

“Yes,” then he crushed my mouth under his, forcing mine open to delve inside with his wicked, delicious tongue and when we parted it wasn’t only me breathing heavily. “Youbotherme constantly. I need to have you, Catherine.”

I giggled looking at the top of his head, with his hair finger-fucked in all directions. He was such a rogue, even chaotic hair suited him.

“I made a mess of your hair.”

“Come and make a mess of my bed.”

I was ready to get naked. To roll around on that massive bed and see what damage the headboard could do to the wall. I wanted to consume the secrets hidden in the depths of his eyes and make no mistake, a man like Ronan? Handsome and powerful with an aura that attracted me like a magnet. He definitely had secrets.

Take me home.Was what I should have said. I wanted to make him wait, to hunger for me in the same way I starved for him. To force him into admitting he needed more than just the scorching sex we’d exchange.

But my tether snapped clean in half and relief hot as hell itself passed through me. I pressed my mouth to his lips… and sure enough that zip of electricity was present as ever. I only had one choice ..really.

But I wanted to shake him up as much as he did to me. I needed him wild and out of control, not to hide behind whatever barrier he had up.

He wanted me. And I was going to force his hand to show it.

“Saint Patrick’s Day.” I announced against his lips and he drew back.

“What?”

“That’s how long you get since you’re so determined you only need a few … fucks to cure you of all this bothering I seem to do to you. You can have me until Saint Patrick’s Day.”

God. Please don’t make him call my bluff. I need him.I need him.

Ronan watched me warily, while he allowed me to stroke and span his neck. His face was unreadable, emotions—if he was feeling them—didn’t penetrate through his frown but he clasped me behind the head, using my hair to guide my neck back and he ran his nose the length of skin, inhaling hard.

I shivered, clutching his shoulders, willing him to tell me to stop being ridiculous and he wanted more days from me than that. He wanted a whole life time worth of days.

He rose, keeping his hand around my nape, fingers gently flexing.

“Let’s go to bed.”

We weren’t even half way across the room when his cell phone blasted a chime.

“Shit. Go get comfortable… that means naked, Catherine,” his gaze went right through me, shifting my bones out of order because I felt liquid. I was definitely wet between my legs. “I’ll take this and be right in.”

Dropping my clothes, I kept my panties on just so I could watch him take them off me.

I was excited and nervous kneeing my way up onto his giant bed and when I snuggled down under the comforter it was every bit as snuggly as I thought it would be. I buried my face in a pillow and smelled him there.

Sexy and masculine, I kept my face buried, listening faintly to him having a one-sided conversation out in the other room.

I wouldn’t worry that he was so controlled that he put a call before sex. I wouldn’t take it to heart that he could so easily shift from horny to business.

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