Page 46 of Naughty Irish Liar

“I turned you on when I was sixteen, so I’m taking that as a compliment. Thank you,” I beamed across at him. No matter how cross he looked, he liked me.

Likelikedme.

He could huff and puff and blow my house down but there was no denying how much Ronan MacNamara was feeling me.

“You’re fortunate I had the adult sense not to act on any attraction, little girl. You weren’t ready to satisfy a man then.”

“And I am now? I satisfied you this morning, right? Go on, compliment me, Ronan. I’ll wait.” Little doubts ate at the lining of my stomach curdling my snack to dust the longer he stared and remained silent with his jaw ticking.

I frowned unable to hide my disappointment.

“You were more than any man could handle, Catherine and a satisfaction I’m still getting my fucking head around.”

Oh.

Ohhhh, fuck.

My smile could have powered the entire city.

Throwing money down on the table, he stood, rounded it and took my hand. I had no choice but to follow with my fingers tucked nicely into his, we were outside in moments walking along the dark street.

Manhattan was rarely empty. There were those times movies closed down certain blocks and we had to divert somewhere else, but on the whole, Manhattan never went to bed. It was the naughty teenager of the world. We were close to Times Square which was a constant hub-bub of human traffic. The walk back to Ronan’s bar was nice, he kept hold of me like he thought I’d get myself lost in a crowd. I could have told him with my flamed hair, even in the dark, he would have found me.

“Are you going back to work?” I asked when I could seeMacNam’ssign.

He pushed me up against the bat mobile stationary out front in his own personal parking space and pressed in real close to me until I felt every inch of him digging into my belly. His eyes appeared predatory. I shivered curling my arms greedily around his waist. I was never going to waste a moment to touch him if the opportunity presented itself. My mom didn’t raise no fool.

“Hi,” I smiled, hoping he was going to dip down and kiss me. I licked my lip keenly. He dropped his head an inch and groaned, reaching down he kneaded my ass with strong squeezes indicating how much heneededfrom me.

My vision dimmed when he was this close. Almost as if my body was on Ronan time and my eyes shut down to give my heart a chance at loving him first. It didn’t matter we had a handful of years where I hadn’t laid eyes on him in person because his strong bad boy personality had already implanted into my skin long ago and I didn’t know how to be anymore unless I was drenched in him.

Before I knew it, he had our chests pushed together, running his nose along my cheek, inhaling and humming.

“You smell like you want to drop to your knees and unzip me.”

Every inch of my skin turned pink while I enjoyed his nose trailing along my cheek.

“How does that have a smell?”

“I know all your sex perfumes, Catherine. When you want to be fucked hard, when you want me to be extra dirty. When you need it rough and my hands rougher. You smell fucking amazing.” He groaned. “I hate that I know all your scents.”

I was breathless.Seriously. He’d sucked all my air out of my body just with his imposing presence and his ultra-big ego.

“You and your too-young thighs are testing my patience not to wrap them around my fucking head right here for all to see you taking my tongue, Catherine, so keep quiet until I get you home.”

I did the sensible thing and kept quiet.

We made out against his expensive car with my bottom pressed into the metal door and an Irish tongue in my mouth giving me chills. The sounds of the bar came outside with a slam of the door. I peeked around Ronan’s shoulder to see Dylan carrying two sacks of garbage to take to the alley dumpster.

He clearly saw us smashed together with Ronan’s hand in my hair. If looks could curdle milk then Dylan’s face would have turned me to yogurt.

What the fuck was his problem? So what if I was kissing my boss. This wasn’t a Harlequin romance with the forbidden boss stories.

Ronan turned his head to see what I was looking at.

“Everything okay inside, Dylan?” He asked like he gave no fucks he’d just been dry humping me against the bat mobile.

Slowly he drew away but kept his hand around my nape.

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