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I close the distance between us, taking her in. Jesus, she’s getting more beautiful the closer I get, her dark hair pinned up, her perfect little figure screaming for me to run my hands all over it. I want to remove those pins and plunge my fingers into those shiny locks. Her eyes, good God, those dark eyes.
Jesus, Ward, pull it together.
But... I’m not alone in my admiring. She’s taking me in, assessing every part of me. I’m not what she expected either. What was she expecting?
John saidMissO’Shea, didn’t he?Miss.
She’s sublime. Completely and utterly sublime.
And so totally out of place around here. Lord, if any of the men of The Manor caught sight of her, they’d be fighting over who got her in the communal room first. It would be a frenzy, possibly even a bloodbath.
Smile at her. I should smile at her, but my trusty smile is nowhere to be found. I’m being failed by my magnetic asset, feeling like I’ve been sucker-punched in the gut. Her gaze. It’s not pouring with longing for me, something that usually gets under my skin.
She’s... unsure. Stunned into silence and stillness. I’m with her.
I finally convince my arm to lift, offering my hand. She remains motionless. Frozen. In a trance. I’m giving her three seconds before I’m moving in.
One.
Two.
Three.
I slowly lean forward and grasp her shoulders, my face going straight to the smooth, olive skin of her cheek. I could get drunk on her scent alone. I feel her tensing under my touch, and I laugh on the inside. These hands, lady, will give you hours of pleasure. My mouth, my tongue, my cock.
“It’s a pleasure,” I whisper. It really fucking is. A veryunexpectedpleasure.
She moans, and I smile, easing up on my grip, lowering myself so I’m at her eye level. “Are you okay?” I can feel my lips curving into a smile as she lifts those stunning chocolate eyes to mine. I’m so fucking happy in this moment. And it’s... freeing, actually.
She suddenly seems to snap out of her trance and steps back, and my hands drop to my side. I inwardly pout. “Hi.” She virtually coughs it out. “Ava, my name is Ava.” She holds her hand out to me.
Her voice. Fuck me, I’m a goner. And I’m physically trembling. I really need to stop drinking. I take her hand and squeeze but pull away abruptly when I’m struck by an electric shock that flies up my arm and stabs at my heart, making it suddenly buck wildly.
What the fuck was that?
Dazed and massively confused, I repeat her name, it falling naturally from my lips, no other words coming to me. Oh Jesus, I need to be shouting that when I’m hammering into her. I want to make her scream, claw at me, bite me. She’s just staring at me—this painfully beautiful young woman is staring at me, and for once in my fucking life, I’m stumped. No words. But plenty of thoughts.
I need to offer her a membership. She can have it for free. My heart is booming for the first time in years. Is it excitement? Anticipation? I don’t know, but I tell you what Idoknow...
I’ve never seen a woman so clearly. Never wanted onebeforeI’ve had a drink. This woman though? It’s instant, uncontrollable attraction, and that is so very unfamiliar to me. So unfamiliar, in fact, I have absolutely no idea how to be.
“Yes. Ava.”
I shake myself out of my useless state as I step away, aware I’m crowding her. I’m not dealing with the kind of woman I’m used to. I also slip my hands in my pockets, restraining them. Everything feels out of control—my mind, my mouth, my body. “Thanks, John.” I glance across to him where he’s standing by the door, giving him a look that tells him I’m in unchartered territory. But he knows that. He knew it the moment he met Ava O’Shea at the door.
He smiles. Leaves.
And my eyes fall back onto her, starving for more.Jesus. I shake my head to myself, searching for some direction. A seat.Offer her a seat.I motion toward the couches as I head for my drinks cabinet. “Can I get you a drink?” I stare at the endless bottles of spirits, my head totally bent. A drink? Did I just offer her an alcoholic drink in a midday meeting? I frown to myself and turn to find her.
She’s looking at the cabinet too, her own frown in place. “No, thank you.”
“Water?” I ask, unable to stop laughing on the inside at my own stupidity.
“Please.” She smiles mildly, still standing where I left her. Is she experiencing the same level of uselessness as me? Shaky legs, brain malfunction?
I pull two bottles of water from the fridge as she finally makes her way to the couch, giving me the perfect view of the perfect silhouette of a perfect body in that perfect dress.Good Lord, help me.
I collect a glass. “Ava?”
