I touch my lips to hers, and they’re as sweet as I remember. There’s no initial reaction, so I press a little harder, and she startles awake.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“What does it look like? Giving you a good morning kiss.” Before she can respond, I full-blown kiss her. Clutching her face with one hand and smothering her mouth with mine. It’s like a shot of oxygen straight to my brain. The connection enlivening. Fallon isn’t too keen on the idea at first, but she ultimately relents, kissing me back with the power she once had before. If this were a social experiment, I’d say it was a successful one. She may be here to kill me, but there’s no denying the chemistry between us is still there.
After a moment of hot and heavy breathing and combating tongues, Fallon breaks our connection by ripping her face away. “Have you lost your fucking mind?”
“It’s gone completely.”
“Evidently. Do that again and I’ll bite off your tongue,” she threatens, and it does nothing but turn me on.
“No, you won’t. You may want to, but you won’t.” I’m smug. “After that kiss? There’s no way you would sever my tongue.”
“Try me.”
“Just dying for me to kiss you again, aye?”
“I’m dying for you to get close enough for me to kill you.”
“Big words for a little girl who’s all tied up.”
Fallon’s eyes flash with malice. “Untie me and I’ll show you what thislittle girlcan do.”
“Oh, I know what you can do. With your clothes on and without.”
“Spare me,” Fallon grunts. “If you’re going to kill me, do it already, and put me out of my misery.”
“You know if I was going to kill you, I would have done it last night.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“Probably for the same reason you couldn’t kill me.”
“My gun jammed. That’s the only reason.”
“I call bullshit. You hesitated. And then you made a friend.” I look down at a sleeping Aisling.
“I don’t make friends.” She turns her head.
“I’ll give you that one. Friends are hard to come by in your line of work.”
“Why are you wasting time bullshitting with me? You should be packing your stuff and running the hell outta here.”
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were worried about us.”
“Maybe about her. She’s innocent. You’re an idiot.”
“Oh, such harsh words for a pretty mouth.”
“Declan, I’m serious. I’ve been here all night. I haven’t checked in. Someone is going to come poking around. Do you really want to be here when they do?”
She has a point.
“No. And I don’t plan on staying here much longer. I have contingencies in place. There was always a possibility of Ronan finding us.”
“Well, I hope your contingencies don’t include some guy named Frenchie, ’cause he’s dead.”
That news causes me to pause.Fuck.“Ronan got to him?”
