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“I guess you’ve given up on being seen with me in public?” Adam asked outside my hotel room door. He tucked his hands into his jeans pockets and cocked his head to the right, his eyes narrowing on me.
“Maybe I was being a little paranoid.” Or maybe not? “Do you wanna come in for a drink?”
“You sure that’s what you want?”
“Well, technically, you did foot the bill for the room. Besides, it’s a drink, not a commitment to marriage.”
He laughed. “Good to know.”
I swiped my card and pushed the door open, my hand steady.
I dropped my bag next to the door and went over to the minibar. I still hadn’t touched the thing. “Beer?” I turned around, finding Adam still in front of the door, his bag at his side.
“I’m not all that thirsty.”
“Oh.” I clutched the unopened can of beer tight between my palms.
He moved my way and stopped in front of me, the air electric between us. He reached for the can, setting it on the counter next to me. His thumb touched my lips, gliding across them like a wave of fire. “Tell me to leave.” Despite his words, his hand swept to my cheek, his eyes locking with mine. “Please, tell me.”
“If you want to leave, you need to make that call.” I placed my hand over his, holding it to my cheek, and his chest shifted up as he sucked in a deep breath.
“You know I can’t.”
“Then you should never have walked through that door.” Regardless of my concern about work and what people would think, I was more worried about coming all the way to Ireland to find a man like him, only to shrink away in a corner because of my fear. I wanted my fresh start.
His hand pushed past mine to cradle the back of my neck. “You’re amazing.”
I took a step closer, my chest touching him, and I tipped my chin up so his eyes could claim mine, to own me at that moment. It was a look so honest I felt naked before him. For once, Adam could see the real me. The me I’d lost my last year in Kentucky.
“I’m going to kiss you now.”
My chest constricted as his lips came down, hovering an inch above mine. I swallowed, the anticipation killing me.
When our lips finally met, my hands swooped up and around to his back, holding on as his tongue slipped into my mouth.
What started slow and soft soon turned into something almost uncontrollably ferocious. A need like I’d never experienced pulled at me from every direction as Adam deepened the kiss, taking me into his arms.
Our lips parted, and he lifted me, my legs wrapping around his hips. He carried me to the nearby couch and set me down. I looked up at him standing before me, his eyes dark, glinting with passion as he stared at me.
My hand brazenly roamed over my breasts, dying for him to touch me, for his skin to press against mine.
“Feck, Anna,” Adam growled and dropped to one knee in front of me. He leaned forward and his lips brushed across my neck, and I tipped my head and shut my eyes, allowing him better access.
His breath near my ear had my body on edge and the hairs on my arms standing. A frantic desire moved through me as I tugged at the thin material of his shirt, pulling him closer.
Adam’s hand slipped to the buttons of my shirt, working fast to open them. His lips caressed me from neck to earlobe to cheek and back to my lips again.
Still on his knees, he pushed away and studied me as I panted. My breasts felt tight and full, straining against my white lace bra, but my stomach was now exposed, and he traced his fingers from my belly button up, laying a hand on my breastbone.
Our eyes met as he felt the beating of my heart, which was slamming hard against my ribs. Then he pulled away and tugged his blue shirt over his head. His tan, carved muscles stole my breath.
“You’re beautiful,” I whispered, which I knew wasn’t the thing you say to a manly Irish guy whom you’re about to have sex with. But, God, he was—inside and out. And I couldn’t keep the words to myself.
He touched my lips with his thumb again, his eyes growing a dark blue. Before I knew it, he was reaching for my arm, raising me to my feet. He slowly pushed my shirt completely off my shoulders, not losing eye contact as he deftly removed my bra.
His eyes dropped to my chest, and his large hands took hold of my breasts, eliciting a gasp from me. His grip was warm, countering the chills that raced across my skin.
My eyes were drawn to the veins in his forearms. They protruded, proof of his strength, and my eyes closed as fear tried to wedge itself inside me.
