Page 3 of Stolen Mafia Vows
I’m oblivious to everyone else in the lounge. Until I spot Ruairi standing up and walking away from Sienna.
Was he asking her about me?
Was it some kind of brotherly intervention to find out what my intentions are regarding Eoghan?
I catch Sienna’s eye, and she smiles, but that’s when I realize that Ruairi is taking a photo of her on his phone. I think. At least, that’s how it looked at first glance. He slides his phone into his pocket and heads towards the bar without even looking around at us or Sienna, so perhaps I was mistaken.
But it has left me feeling a little weirded out. Was he coming on to her, even though she’s pregnant and I told him she’s marrying my brother in a couple of days from now? That’s just sick, if so. What kind of guy does that?
As if reading my mind, Eoghan says, “Ignore my brother. He doesn’t mean anything by the questions.”
I face him and smile. “But you do?”
His expression grows serious, his eyes stormier than ever, and I wonder how it would feel to get lost in them.Like I was drowning perhaps?But what a way to go.
“I was using the questions as a distraction.” His voice is practically a growl and I’m reminded of a tawny wolf stalking me through the woods.
“From?”
“From your lips.” He swallows.
His eyes roam my body, and my pussy latches onto them like they’re magnets sucking me in. I swallow too, only my mouth is dry, every ounce of liquid in my body having traveled south and settled in the sensitive area between my legs. Is this what happened when Sienna met Kyle? Because right now, Eoghan could ask me to ride off with him to the other side of the world, and I’d be powerless to resist.
I don’t see his hand move, but I feel his fingers brush the side of my breast through my shirt, and I feel my nipple harden in response.
“And from wanting to touch you in places you’ve never been touched before.”
That’s it. Someone switched the thermostat up inside me, and I can already feel the sweat trickling between my breasts and down my spine. Only it doesn’t make me feel unclean. It unleashes something feral inside me that I never knew existed.
“Such as?”
Tell me I did not just fucking say that out loud. Lord, please tell me that I only thought it, that the words didn’t reach his ears because if they did, I’m going to need the ground to open up and swallow me whole.Like right fucking now, Lord!
“Such as…” He leans closer, negating the need for divine intervention. “You know that tender spot between your pussy and your ass.”
His breath is warm on my cheek, and I slide my hands underneath my thighs to stop me from reaching out, gripping his face, and pushing my tongue down his throat. You know, just in case I’ve totally misread the situation, and he isn’t flirting with me in the sexiestway imaginable.
“What I wouldn’t give right now to suck on it until you come on my face.”
I blink. Hard. It does nothing to quell my throbbing sex.
Did he say that?Or is my overactive imagination putting words into my head? The kind of words that belong inside a steamy romance novel being read by a PA in black-rimmed spectacles, neat ballet pumps and a pencil skirt, riding the subway to an office where the boss is a beast in designer suits with muscles so ripped they could cut glass.
If my brothers could hear this conversation…
No. No.No!I refuse to let them inside my head; it would be wrong on so many levels, that I instinctively lean in closer to Eoghan, so close that my lips brush his cheek sending tingles down my spine.
“How do you know I’ve never been touched there before?” I breathe.
Jesus fucking Christ on a bike. Who is this woman I’ve become since I sat down?
“Have you?” The tip of his tongue enters my ear, and the last of my resolve to play it cool melts like chocolate left out in the sunshine.
“No.” Because it’s the truth.
But now, suddenly, my answers to his questions come rushing back and slap me in the face like a wet towel.Sixteen Candles?Mary-Kate and Ashley? He’s going to think I’m fresh out of high school and never been kissed.
Which, to be fair, isn’t a million miles from the truth.
