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“Thank you, Dylan. All of this means so much to me,” I choke out.
“Do you remember him now? Your da?”
“A little. Bits and pieces are starting to come.”
“Good. You can have this one,” he says, handing the album back.
“Thanks.”
“Anytime. Are you hungry? We can head up to the rooftop.”
“What about Taegan and Ciarán? Shouldn’t we wait for them?”
“Taegan will take care of him. She’s giving us some time. I sort of set up our first date.”
I bite my lip as I search his face with my eyes. It’s been thirteen years, and he’s waited that long for me. Suddenly, I realize my heart and mind have been waiting for him too. I’m just catching up.
Placing the album on the table, I then reach to cup his handsome face and lean in to kiss him again. He takes over the kiss almost instantly. I laugh when he pulls me into his lap so he can devour me more thoroughly.
“Too much?” he pants as he pulls back and looks into my eyes.
“No, you’re a really good kisser.”
My stomach growls before he can reply. I glance at him sheepishly. He chuckles and shakes his head.
“Come on, I’ll feed you.”
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“You never did tellme what you want to do for work,” I say as I look over my glass at Ciara.
I’m dying to kiss her again, but I don’t want to come off as thirsty. The date is going well so far. I’m not going to lie and say there isn’t a ton of sexual tension flowing around us.
I smile as I think of her words from earlier. My girl hasn’t allowed anyone to take what’s mine. I wasn’t sure I was going totell her that I’m a virgin, but when she said it, I sort of blurted it without thinking.
I’m not ashamed of it. I’m not even worried about when the time comes or my performance. I haven’t had sex, but I know a thing or two.
You don’t grow up in the O’Brien family and not learn about sex and passion. Heck, my oldest brother is a silent partner of Club Desire. That place is a classroom of its own.
“You know, I’ve been thinking about that a lot since you asked,” she says, pulling me from my musings. “Ciarán was right, I once wanted to get into ink. I wouldn’t mind working at a tat shop. You know, as an apprentice for a while or something.
“Maybe even a receptionist to get me in the door. Then I can move into slinging ink later.”
“Do you have any ink of your own?”
“That you will have to find out for yourself,” she says with a little smile. “You?”
I bite my lip and look her face over as my mind goes to peeling her out of her clothes to find any ink that might be on her skin and then spending hours tracing it with my tongue.
“I guess we’ll both have to wait until we can play a game of ink and seek.”
She laughs and shakes her head. I grin back at her, loving that musical laugh. I want to keep that smile on her face forever.
“Corny?”
“A little.”
I shrug and change the subject. “I think I might be able to help you out.”
