Oh god. I didn’t know. Didn’t think?—
“How many times Malachy made me kneel on stone until my knees bled? How many times Seamus beat the shite out of me in the ring to ‘teach me discipline’? All because you couldn’t keep your perfect little mouth shut.”
His eyes are black and furious, but then they drop to myperfect little mouth. Just for a second. Just long enough.
Something hot and wrong unfurls in my stomach, then lower.
My heart thunders.
He steps closer.
“I never meant to get you in trouble, Cavin,” I whisper. “I?—”
“Don’t.” His voice drops to gravel. “Don’t fucking lie to me again. Not here. Not now.”
His eyes bore into mine.
I let out a shaky breath.
“They’ll ring the bell soon. The next floor is bedrooms.” He turns and walks up the stairs without looking back.
I follow, cursing myself for everything.
For the way my eyes track his shoulders.
For the way my pulse jumps when he stops and waits.
For the damp heat between my thighs that shouldn’t be there.
For wanting someone who hurt me.
For being sofucked in the headthat his anger makes me wet.
“This one’s Seamus’s,” he says, gesturing. “He stays here when he’s working late.”
Then he opens another door, stepping aside so I can see inside. The room is massive. Dark wood. A bed that could fit four people. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the cliffs. “This is mine.” He pauses, his eyes meeting mine in unexpected challenge. “Ours, soon, I guess.”
He’s watching me, gauging my reaction.
“What?” The word escapes before I can stop it.
“Ours. We’ll stay here after the wedding.” He pauses, running a hand across the stubble on his jaw, and his voice drops lower. Wicked. “Break it in properly.”
Break it in.
Images flood my brain, unwanted and explicit.
Him. Me. That bed. Tangled sheets. His hands on my skin. His mouth on my?—
Oh deargod.
I’m notmarryinghim.
“What are you talking about?” My voice comes out strangled. “You’re takin’ the piss, Cavin. Whatwedding?”
“Jaysus.” He drags a hand through his hair, muscles flexing. “Why are you surprised, Erin? Don’t tell me your parents didn’t tell you?”
“Tell mewhat?” My voice spikes, sharp and frantic, but I can’t stop staring at that bed… at the room that’s apparently going to beours.
