“I haven’t,” she denied. “Dagr’s proposal was perfect. When he asked for the band’s microphone, I literally died. What a great night, huh?” she asked, kissing the side of his mouth.
“It has,” he agreed, “but you haven’t told me why you’ve been quiet.”
Damn, stubborn men.The truth was she was quiet because her mind was too busy exploding with the newness of…them.
He forced her chin up so that, with her heels, he was only a few inches taller, and their eyes met easily. “I know I made light of your father’s approval. Believe me when I tell you it is very much a priority. I want your family happy, but I want you happy more.
“If there is something that I’ve done, or not done, Gray, I want to know. I need to know. Okay?”
She nodded her head, feeling some relief at his heartfelt words, and they were sincere. She knew Ciar, and artifice wasn’t in his makeup. She had to trust and stop getting hung up on the details.
“No, Ciar. You’ve done everything right,” Gray said as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. “Kiss me and all will be right in my world.”
And God, when his lips touched hers, it felt like it.
“Yes, Ciar,” Gray moaned. They’d made it past her bedroom’s threshold, barely, before he had her pressed against a wall, her panties stripped, and his hard length out and gliding through her slick folds.
“Wanted you all night. Fuck, baby, I want you day and night.”
Her legs barely managed to gain traction around his hips when he began thrusting hard and fast. Even against a wall, hemanaged to hit her G-spot, hammering the sensitive flesh until she started begging him not to stop.
“There, baby, there,” she panted. Gray was seconds from shattering, her back bowed from the wall, and her heels digging into his ass.
“Gray. Gray. Gray,” Ciar chanted. “Before I fill you up, swear you’ll never leave me. Swear it!” he roared as her body flexed around his jerking shaft.
As he came deep in her body, she swore. “Never, never, never…”
fourteen
GRAY
Gray missedCiar like a woman with severe arrhythmia missed heartbeats. She craved him, needed him. He had become a life-supporting function as crucial as breathing.
He’d slept over at her place the night before, leaving early in the morning for London to meet his boss.
While they were in Colorado, Ciar had done a fantastic job of pretending he had no worries, but the moment his feet touched Irish soil, a tenseness had taken up residence under his skin.
He promised to call the moment he walked out of his boss’s office, which should have been by eleven that morning.
It was currently six in the evening.
He wasn’t responding to texts or calls, and not even to the stupid email she had succumbed to sending.
She’d spent the early morning doing their laundry, having lunch with the girls, and the past five hours contacting contractors for his new pub. Ciar had given the real estate agent her number to handle their new “house,” which was really a two-flat monstrosity, less than three blocks from the pub, in a stunningly posh district of downtown Dublin.
His offer had been accepted—of course it had—and she made arrangements to see the property so that, fingers crossed, she could convince the same contractors working on the pub to remodel the two-story.
She was working, doing her job at O’Connor Hospitality with all due diligence. Ciar had one job in her eyes today.
To call.
And he hadn’t.
fifteen
CIAR
Ciar wasa good Catholic boy at heart, but in that moment, his imagination of what hell must be was realized.
