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His mouth stamped over mine so fast.

He didn’t so much as streak a hand up under my leprechaun green skirt to even cop a feel, showing he had so much more control than I ever did where he was concerned. But he did kiss the stuffing out of me until I was left breathless clinging onto his shirt just to keep me upright.

“You are my very bad carrot haired girl,” he said kissing over my nose freckles he loved. “And the minute I get you home,” he meant his apartment. I hadn’t stayed at the hotel since he told me how he felt. “You’ll strip down and stand in the middle of the room in nothing but those green panties you’re teasing me with, okay?”

I bobbed my head enthusiastically. I’d do anything he wanted because it was what I wanted too.

Wherever Ronan was I needed to be. It was that simple.

Tears coating the back of my eyelids. Not because I was sad. The opposite in fact so when I threw myself into his arms, Ronan was right there to catch me and hold me tightly. “And then,” he husked against my ear, his naughty hands squeezing my behind. “I can give you the plane tickets to Ireland for us to visit my family next month.”

“Really? Really,really? We’re going to Ireland and you want me to meet your family?”

I should be terrified. Meeting the family was meant to be one of those life altering events but all I could feel was a bubble of laughter coming out of me as I squeezed Ronan around the neck. “I’m going to meet your mom and your dad and your brothers! I can’t wait to tell them what a big softy you are and how much I love you.”

He growled in my ear, giving my bottom an extra squeeze. “You’ll do no such thing,acushla, I have a reputation to withhold. Hearing I carry you around the apartment because you’re too lazy to walk and I fall for your little-girl whine will do nothing to help that.”

I giggled into his chest, so damn happy.

My Irish man might be all dirty every minute of the day and thank you god for that. And he might lie …occasionally.

But he was all mine and I wouldn’t have him any other way.

Maybe naked. I’d take him naked on top of me, giving me all the Irish kisses I could want.

Within seconds he pulled me in closer, fitting our bodies perfectly. “God. I have you.” I moaned into his neck, wriggling against him. “You’re inside me all the time.”

“I’m right here, myacushla.” He kissed across my face. Softer than ever, his hands at my hips flexed and released, guiding me on to keep grinding against him, urging me faster.

“I have you.” I repeated in a breathy whine.

“Not going anywhere.” He vowed. “I live in this pussy.” He slipped a hand between us, cupped me gently. Then he pressed a hand between my boobs. “I own this heart,” lips coasted against mine. “I take breath from this mouth.”

“I love you.” I told him.

“Ahh, Catherine.” He kissed my lips once, twice and then a third time. a rakish grin on his face. “You have no choice in the matter now you’re mine. Liars do whatever they can to keep what is theirs. I intend to love you so hard, so long, that on any given day it’s a chore to crawl out from under my body to go about daily life.”

Air puffed out of my cheeks as I laughed a little.

He wasn’t lying now.

And I couldn’t wait.

EXTRA EPILOGUE

Ronan

Five St. Patrick’s Days from now

“Let’s go, Catherine.” I yelled through the apartment. I’d been waiting at the door eight minutes already. It was the same routine with me waiting for her while she changed shoes or reapplied her lipstick—that one was my fault for kissing it off. When it came to her I got to be selfish but needed to be patient because nothing stalled my wife more than being told to hurry it up.

It drove me mad and amused her. Guess who got their own way? Here was a clue; it wasn’t the dickhead waiting by the door holding her purse and phone.

I would have waited a week right there because that first sight of her coming down the hallway to me swishing her gorgeous hips nearly took me down to my knees.

“Don’t you even think of kissing me, Ronan MacNamara. I just fixed my face.”

Her face was fucking perfect.