Page 33 of Catch Him
Chapter 9
“You’ve been everywhere,” Sinead said, having fun running her fingers along his hard naked chest. “Tell me your most favorite place.”
It was another day off for her and she was in his bed, like she was every night she wasn’t working.
Her father didn’t comment on it when she had to go back to the apartment for clothes and stuff. She didn’t explain it either. If their paths crossed they said hey to each other, but that was about it. She didn’t want to share David with him. He would make some dick comment about him, because that’s just what he did, and she wanted nothing to mar her time with David. Not when her time with him was perfect.
“Your pussy. Your pussy is my most favorite place. My most favorite thing to eat, my most favorite place to come. It’s really quite a wonder.”
She rested her chin on his chest and frowned. “You’re ridiculous. Fine, then your second favorite place.”
He hesitated for a moment, so long, she didn’t think he was going to answer.
“My mother’s father was American,” he said haltingly. “After my father left she brought us back here for a time. He had a horse farm in northern Virginia. Not much of a house, a shack really, but there was a big barn with horses. He taught me how to ride and I thought it was… thrilling. Freeing. But he wouldn’t let her get away with the drinking. They fought. It would get ugly. Eventually they couldn’t live together. We went back home.”
“I’m sorry. About your mom.”
“I’m sorry about your mum,” he said gently.
Yes. Everything about David was perfect.
Except for the one part. The tiny little piece of bad in what had been a world of awesome.
Which was why lying on him, her body replete after making love to him—and it had been lovemaking this time—she couldn’t help but ask the question even though she didn’t want to know the answer.
“When are you leaving?”
The arm he had wrapped around her waist squeezed her body against his. It was his only answer.
She lifted herself up and out of his arms, and he groaned because he knew they needed to talk about it and clearly it was a conversation he didn’t want to have.
“I have to know,” she told him. “I have to have some idea.”
“Why?”
Why? How ridiculous was that? Because she needed to brace herself for the pain. Pain she’d accepted when she decided to go for it with him. She gave herself permission to have this affair, and to date it had been the most exhilarating ride of her life. Beyond that, David was someone she couldn’t have even dreamt of he was so big. Her world up until this moment was so small really. He’d broadened her food horizons, her sex horizons, her whole damn life horizons.
He revealed for her she liked escargot, pinot noir and hard core ass-slapping fucking. He’d been sweet and funny and saucy and arrogant. On any given day she didn’t know which David she was going to get. But she liked every iteration.
He treated her as if she was a princess. As if she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. The most interesting woman. The sexiest woman he’d ever known. When she knew she had been none of those things before him.
She was no longer Bill O’Hara, you remember him the dirty cop’s, daughter. She was no longer Sinead O’Hara, isn’t it sad she lost her mother so young. She was no longer the person she’d been before.
“Because I can’t get in too deep,” she whispered. “I have to protect myself.”
It was too late. She was in way too deep. She was at the bottom of an abyss, going to need several weeks of recovery time with probably a few benders thrown in until she reached the top again. She knew that. She had given herself permission to experience that because all the beauty he’d shown her would have been worth it.
But she needed to know when it was coming. Tomorrow? Next month? Then at least she would know.
“You’re not in deep? Because I am.”
That made her jump out of bed like he’d stung her with something. “What the fuck?”
He pulled himself up on the bed. “I’m sorry. I know it’s crazy, but it’s the truth and I’m so damn tired of lying all the time. I’m falling in love with you, Sinead.”
She shook her head, not able to accept what she was hearing. “You can’t do that. You’re leaving.”
“I know, and it’s going to suck but… I can’t stop it. I can’tprotectmyself. I can only deal with the feelings I’m having. And I’m choosing to be truthful about them.”
