Page 112 of Three Irish Kings
“Didn’t you just wake up?”
She sighs. “Yeah, but I just want to be with you, Dare, come on. I need this. So, quit running your mouth and come snuggle with me, okay?”
I shuck off my own clothes and get under the covers hurriedly.
She chuckles softly.
“If Cillian gets cuddles, so do I.” My voice sounds petulant, but I don’t care.
I put my arm around her waist, pulling her back against me.
Her pert ass fits perfectly against my hips, and my dick stirs, but I ignore it.
“Tell me something.”
I blink. “Like what?”
“Anything. Something true.”
I love you.
But suddenly, it doesn’t seem like the right time. She’s clearly upset about something.
“I always knew you weren’t Maggie Sullivan.”
“Did you?”
“Aye. Never doubted you for a moment,a ghrá.”
She snorts. “You’re the only one. I think Liam and Cillian were thinking of killing me. Who knows, maybe they still are.”
I laugh. “I don’t think so. Cill thinks you hung the moon, and Liam… well…” I don’t want to tell her that Liam clearly hasfeelings for her. If she knows that, she might choose him. At least, that’s my worry.
“He’s Liam.” She shrugs, and it’s probably the truest thing anyone has ever said about the man.
“Aye, that he is.” I wish I could see her face, but she’s turned away from me, her hair a curly curtain over her features. “Now you.”
“Mm?”
She’s sleepy still, which worries me. She’s been so ill and pale lately, ever since I took her to the pharmacy. If she doesn’t get better by tomorrow, I’m taking her to a doctor, whether she likes it or not.
“Tell me something real. Something true.”
“I was always going to go home with you.”
“What do you mean?”
“At the gala.”
I grin, my heart skipping. “Aye? You mean it?”
“I mean it. I was there for… something else, but when I saw you, you became all I could think about.”
“Just thought I was that handsome, huh?”
She shifts, pushing her ass against me and turning slightly to smack my shoulder.
It just makes me grow hard, and I have to move to get my cock between her thighs, not entering her but just wanting to be close.
