As I trace my fingers over the material, my pulse skyrockets as I picture him all sweaty and out of breath, and what his naked body would look like in the shower as the water cascades over his broad back.
My fingers twitch at the thought of touching his bare skin, even though I hate that I allowed myself to lower my guard long enough to bare my entire body to him the other night.
He saw every part of me, yet I saw nothing of him.
The only evidence that he’d lost any ounce of control was his hardness straining against the zipper of his pants.
I can’t deny the asshole is good. He played me well. So well, in fact, that I didn’t even realize until I was left naked and aching with need.
Well, he’s had his fun, and now it’s my turn.
Chapter Eighteen
RONAN
I’m morethan reluctant to leave Kieran’s place, but I have more important things to do than babysit my brothers.
To say the rest of the family meeting was unsuccessful is an understatement, seeing as Kieran and Cormac can barely stand to look at each other.
If I have any hope of getting Cormac to move back to New York permanently, Kieran needs to have an attitude transplant. Otherwise, he might just cost us everything.
Sliding into my car, my jaw aches from clenching it for the past few hours. My body is practically vibrating, and I’m tempted to slam my fist through one of Kieran’s car windows just to prove a point.
We’re supposed to be working as a unit to uphold the legacy our father left behind. But so far, we’re letting him down. Our family is nothing but a fractured mess, with too many opinions and not enough discipline. If we don’t get our shit together soon, someone will take advantage of the cracks.
Before I start the engine, I pull out my phone and open up my security app, which is connected to the security systemback at home. It's a habit I’ve had since we installed the system, but it’s become more of an obsession in the days since my father was killed.
It’s no secret that I like control, which means when it comes to my estate, I need to know who’s coming and going at all times, including my own staff.
But this time, it’s not the staff I’m checking on. It’s Ciara.
The feed loads quickly, and I switch between camera angles until I find her insidemyroom.
“What are you up to, little firecracker?” I switch to another angle as she walks over to my dresser.
I frown as she runs a finger along the top, as if gearing herself up for something. Then she opens the top drawer and starts digging through my items.
Her brow is furrowed, which piques my interest.
It isn’t just casual curiosity that has her looking through my things. This is purposeful. She’s looking for something.
I sit back and watch for a minute as she methodically moves on to the next drawer, moving things around with care, presumably in an attempt to go unnoticed.
My mouth quirks as I watch her.
I’m not sure whether to be pissed or impressed that she has the guts to go snooping through my things when she knows damn well there will be consequences if I find out. But that only adds to my curiosity.
Ciara is up to something, and I have every intention of finding out what it is.
She’s waitingfor me in the kitchen when I get home, leaning against the counter with her arms crossed, although it’s obvious to me that she’s trying really hard not to look guilty.
I stand in the doorway for a moment as I let my eyes roam over her body, admiring the way her pink leggings and crop top hug her curves. Add to the fact that her blonde hair is pulled back into a ponytail, and I have a recipe for disaster as I picture wrapping her hair around my fist and tugging on it hard.
When she catches me staring, her cheeks flush pink, which sends a rush of blood straight to my cock.
“You were working late.” She fiddles with the hem of her top.
“I was at Kieran’s.”
