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She sucked in a sharp breath but didn’t pull away. Didn’t scream or fight, though she surely was capable of it. No doubt about it.
Instead, I could feel her soften under my grip.
Interesting.
I locked my eyes with hers, her pupils widened until the black almost swallowed the green, and the air crackled between us. It wasn’t fear, but there was something else in her gaze.
A glimmer of interest, perhaps.
Or desire.
I leaned down until my nose touched hers, until her eyes were all I could see, until my lips almost brushed hers. “You should be.”
A violent shiver ran through her. Still, she remained motionless in my grip, watching and waiting. Waiting to see how far I might take this game of control.
Waiting to see how far she could push me—and if I would lose control.
A dangerous thrill shot through me.
I was in trouble, in more ways than one. And for the first time, I didn’t want to let go. Didn’t want my peace. Didn’t want to be as far away from Fiona Donnelly as humanly possible.
Instead, I wanted to taste her lips, feel her soften against me. Feel her nails digging into my back and her breathless gasps when I conquered her lips.
Fuck.
I leaned back. “Get on the bike, Fee,” I said firmly.
“Or what?” she challenged, raising an eyebrow at me. Apparently, she was good at regaining her composure.
And she was calling my bluff, and damn if it didn’t make her even sexier in my eyes. But I couldn’t let her win this round.
“Or I’ll make you,” I warned, my voice rough and strained before I stepped right into her.
My body flush against hers, our bodies touching, the heat between us undeniable.
Her pulse fluttered on the side of her neck, and her breath hitched.
And there it was—a flicker of submission in her eyes. It stirred something primal within me, awakened my desire for her even more. I ignored my pounding pulse, released her with a soft grunt, and took a step back.
This was madness.
As much as I wanted to break through her defenses and then push and see how far I could go, she was Sophie’s best friend, for fuck’s sake—an Irish Mob princess.
And I barely knew her.
Though there was no denying the connection between us, as electric as it was inconvenient. But it wouldn’t stop me from getting what I set out to do.
Fee straightened and swept a hand through her sexy tousled hair. Had I done that?
She looked flushed but composed, not betraying a hint of the moment that had just happened between us.
“Fine,” she gritted out, her voice strained. “But only because I don’t feel like walking.”
“Whatever helps you sleep at night, princess,” I smirked and gestured to the bike.
We went back to the bike. I handed her the spare helmet, and she hesitated only a moment before swinging her leg over, settling against me with a huff, and fixing her purse to her back.
Her thighs pressed against mine, and her hands rested lightly on my waist.
