Page 35 of Seducing Bran
She’d never been the sexual aggressor, and there she was, trying to strip the poor guy naked. Forget any misgivings she’d had about him; she’d nearly done the deed without pausing to think of the ramifications. Like baby-making.
Baby-making.With Bran. God, she was out of her league, and yet she could picture little boy babies with dark blond hair and the most intense blue eyes. All with a man who was hot and cold and confusing as hell. She’d lost her mind!
He’d asked her out last night, and no way she’d turn that down. She was curious, that was all. The way he’d kissed and touched her might have something to do with it. Because the man was talented. No one had touched her with such awe and passion the way Bran had. As though he actually treasured her…
She had to stop thinking about him.
“Hello? Earth to Ireland,” Cali said. “What the hell are you thinking about? You’re smiling and squirming and totally ignoring my freak-out session.”
“I’m sorry.” Ireland needed to simmer down. It was only a date, and Bran hadn’t called to set it up.
Would he call? What if he blew it off?
“Ireland!”
Shit.“Yes. I’m listening.”
Cali plunked down on the couch, forcing Ireland to quickly scoot to the side or get sat on. “What’s with the goofy grin?” Cali’s eyes widened. “Did you get laid?”
“What?No,” Ireland said. She so would have, though.Gah.
“So what gives?”
There was no way Ireland could keep this a secret from Cali. Cali was ruthless, and she’d pester Ireland until she caved. “Bran asked me out last night. But there’s nothing concrete, so don’t make a big deal out of it.”
Cali squeezed the bejesus out of Ireland’s hand. “Holy. Shit.Branasked you out? Do you even know what this means?”
Ireland shifted on the couch and glanced at the hand turning purple from Cali’s grip. “That he wants to take me out to dinner? I’m not a total loser. I’ve gone on dates.” Occasionally… Fine, not often. And not with anyone as appealing as Bran.
Cali bounced up and down, finally letting go of Ireland’s hand. “This is Bran we’re talking about, also known as the ‘Cade monk.’ He doesn’t go out.” Her mouth twisted. “At least not often. Hard to imagine a guy that good looking doesn’t get laid.”
Ireland frowned. She didn’t like thinking of Bran with other women. “Get to the point.”
“The point is,” Cali said, “I’ve never heard of him being interested enough to go out on an official date. He never brings women around. Never talks to women when we’re out. Have you any idea how huge this is?”
“Pretty sure it’s not huge.”
Cali’s eyes glazed over. “You’re going to marry Bran.”
Ireland laughed and snapped her fingers in front of Cali’s face. “You still there? Because you’ve just lost your mind.”
“Hear me out.” Buddy crawled onto Cali’s lap, and she absently petted him. “If Bran asked you on a date, he’s really into you.”
Or horny, Ireland thought. “You need to stop obsessing over your wedding. It’s seeping into all your thought processes.”
“Okay, call that wedding part a prediction. The point is, he’s in hot pursuit.”
Ireland laughed. “We just…”Have hot, steamy, tear-your-clothes-off chemistry? Want to get into each other’s pants?
Cali raised her brow. “Just what?”
“Sort of hooked up. And it was pretty sexy, so…he asked me out.”
Cali slapped Ireland’s arm, and Ireland feared she’d be bruised by the end of the conversation.
“Holy shit!” The next thing Ireland knew, Cali was on top of her, squeezing her, Buddy smashed in the middle and pawing at Ireland’s stomach to break free. “He loves you!”
Ireland saved Buddy from the Cali trash compactor. “Simmer down already. He does not love me.”
