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Such a simple whisper, yet it reached into her, cradled her, kept her, treasured her while arousing her.
“Mo Grá.” He withdrew, searching her gaze. “It’s the only one I looked up.”
He’d told her he was no longer do rún, but he would always be her love.
His lips touched her hairline. “Cushla Machree…”
That she heard, the words that followed were a mystery. “That’s not fair.”
Ignoring her tease, he scooped both hands around her jaw to tip her head back and kiss her again. A slow, much more intimate kiss that did nothing to help her already tender, sentimental heart.
His jacket hit the floor before he picked her up. She worked on ridding him of his shirt. The quicker they could get to—landing on the bed was like finding her safety net. Her guy above, the stability below. She was terrified, no other way to put it. Strat thundered on to protect her and he’d find a way, unless his boys could stop him. Her friend, her best friend, was in danger because of her. Conn was her only hope of surviving the guilt, surviving the fear.
Fulfillment became all about him when his cock bedded itself deep within her. That need to be full, to have him occupying her, all she could do was be.
“Conn…”
His name tasted so good on her lips.
He replied, in a low rumble, words she couldn’t translate. His eyes, the determination in them, she saw beyond a man looking for carnal climax.
She didn’t care if it was complicated. Where they were, was where they were supposed to be.
THIRTY-TWO
SOMEHOW, SHE ENDED up on top. After the second time? Maybe it was the third. Sex rehab was her kind of therapy.
As she collapsed against his torso, movement was difficult. “I’m staying here,” she said, eyes closed, head on his chest.
“Okay.” He pushed her hair away from her cheek and temple. “I’ve got nowhere to be.”
That was probably a lie, but she wanted it to be true so accepted it.
Rocking her hips just a little, she reminded him he was still inside her. “Right here.”
“Soon as I’m hard, I’ll have what I want.”
“Good.”
“Won’t care if you’re asleep.”
She kissed the skin beneath her cheek before settling again. “I consent. Now and always. Sleep or not, I want it… from you. Only you.”
“What’d I say about other guys?” His fingers rested in her hair. “Talk to me.” This again? “Enough distraction.”
Just what she feared him saying. There was no getting out of it.
“I dragged Strat into this, doesn’t feel right doing the same to you.”
“There’s no ‘you.’ Talk, Macushla.”
Exhaling, confession time dawned. “I took from the Manzanis,” she admitted, unable to look him in the eye. “Strat knew, I knew, it would be trouble. I’m not stupid.” Though the opposite could be argued simply because she did it. “And now, I thought… we don’t know if Silvio is involved, if he…” Another truth was unavoidable. “My dad knows, doesn’t he? He knows who killed my grandfather.”
“Maybe not the shooter, but aye, he knows more than he’s telling us.”
“More than he’s telling Lachlan and the police. I could understand him not telling me; he doesn’t trust me. But Lachlan…”
“If your brother knew, he’d tell the cops, and the perp would be locked up. What did you take from the Manzanis?”
