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“Might soften the sting a wee bit.”
Did I hear him correctly?
“Hop in and let’s see.”
“Unbelievable,” I mutter.
“That’s what she said.” He grins at me, in that charmingly infuriating way of his. It’s what holds me in place, when my walking out on him is what he deserves.
“Come here, Clarissa.”
“Sex isn’t a cure-all.”
“Maybe not. After four bloody months without it, without the feel of you against me, without hearing the soft mewing sounds you make when I’m inside you, without staring into yer lovely eyes, you ruined sex for me.”
He hasn’t been with anyone else.
“All I want to be is inside you.”
Resist, Clarissa. Don’t. Give. Into. Temptation.
“I want my beour back.”
Damn it.
“Is your name even Finn?” I whisper.
Our eyes lock and the tension between us builds. “I never lied to you about the things that matter. My name—”
“—Antonio?”
“Forget that wanker,” he hisses. “Besides, you feckin’ knew that was an alias just like Samantha was. We weren’t exactly on familiar terms back then.”
Familiar terms.
He throws off the sheet and climbs out of bed. I gasp and take a step backward as he prowls toward me, naked and too beautiful for words. “My name’s Finn Michael McDuff.” His eyes lock on my own. “And considering we’re speaking sincerely and from the bloody heart, I’ll repeat the God’s honest truth in case you missed it.”
He pauses, and I melt. Because his next words crush any lingering doubts about him ...us.
“I love you.”
