“You really are full of yourself.”
“And you’re easier to read than you think, sweetheart. But if it makes you feel better, your ass looks incredible in that dress.”
She looks like she’s fighting the urge to slap me around the face. “You’re disgusting.”
“The blush on your cheeks tells me you think otherwise.” I take another step closer.
All it would take is for Ciara to take a deep breath for her breasts to brush against my chest.
My cock starts to thicken at the mere thought. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”
She stiffens as I reach for her hand, more out of instinct than anything, and she tries to pull away, but I tighten my grip just enough to remind her who’s in charge here.
“Do you really want to fight me on this? Because I’ll happily carry you out of here over my shoulder and let the press have a field day.”
Her glare could cut glass, but her hand relaxes in mine, and she doesn’t try to pull away again as I lead her across the ballroom toward my brothers’ table so I can say goodnight to them.
When we reach them, I’m still holding tight to Ciara’s hand. “We’re heading off.”
“Lightweights.” Brennan laughs, lounging back in his chair, his arm slung across the back of Cormac’s.
Kieran smirks. “I think they just want to get their honeymoon started.”
Ciara stiffens at my side.
I instinctively tighten my fingers around hers before she has a chance to pull away.
“I trust that you’ll keep up appearances?” I look specifically at Kieran, who scowls.
“We’ll continue to kiss the asses of these fuckers if that’s what you mean.”
“While you kiss Ciara’s,” Brennan chimes in, which has the pair of them howling with laughter.
“Watch your mouth.” I don’t need to look at Ciara to know she’s fuming.
Before my brothers can say anything else, I pull her away and lead her to the exit.
“Sorry about them,” I mutter under my breath.
“Just know that my hand is the only part of me you’re touching tonight,” she hisses under her breath.
I can’t help but chuckle at her words.
She really is cute when she tries to bite back.
My driver,Jack, is waiting for us outside the hotel. He dips his chin at me before opening up the back door, and I step aside to let Ciara slide in.
Though, she looks even more displeased when I decide to sit beside her.
If she’s this pissed about having to share a backseat with me, how is she going to act when she realizes I’m moving her into my family’s estate in Washington Heights?
I guess I’ll find out soon enough.
She doesn’t speak as the car weaves through the late-night traffic. She simply stares out of the window, her arms crossed, the tension radiating off her in waves.
I give her a few minutes to sit with her thoughts, but I’m not built for silence, at least not with her.
I look over at her. “You look beautiful tonight.”
