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Mellie is smirking at me, and Lauren and Andie are grinning. Andie waggles her eyebrows, so I roll my eyes back at her. At least they’ve taken my mind off theintensesexual tension. It feels like a tangible thing surrounding Ronan and me like a cloud. A sex cloud.
I thought I would get some relief during the service, but no. Ronan leads me to the front of the church, sliding into the pew beside Niall and Mellie. Once we’re comfortably seated, our coats on the bench between him and Niall, he places his hand on my thigh, and his fingers continue their light stroking campaign.
Holy shit. I will be practically begging Ronan to rip my clothes off if he keeps this up. And in a church. Hell. I have to get my naughty thoughts under control.
I focus on the priest’s words, how cute Cillian looks in his little Christening dress, and how pretty Tiggy looks in her cream dress.
It helps. Barely. Until Ronan’s other hand moves off his lap as he crosses it over his chest, the backs of his fingers stroking against the side of my breast. Shit. My breathing hitches audibly before I can catch it, and I press my thighs together.
Out of the corner of my eye, a ghost of a smile flits across Ronan’s face. He looks a little bit smug. Asshole. He could hear my breathing hitch, and since his hand is still on my thigh, he undoubtedly felt them press together.
It seems unfair that I’m so affected by him, but he seems completely fine, apart from one husky sentence and one hand flexing.
Well, two can play this game. But I can’t do it in achurch. I start my campaign when we return to the SUV to drive to Seamus and Tiggy’s house for the afternoon tea.
Ronan holds open my door for me, and I smile seductively up at him, murmuring my thanks as I reach out and, feather-light, run my fingertips down his chest and stomach. His abs tense under my touch, and his pupils dilate as his eyes darken.
Yes. A result. I climb into the car and buckle in, studiously avoiding looking at him.
Ronan stands frozen. It takes him a moment before he slams the door shut, hurrying around the SUV, and sliding in. This time, he doesn’t reach for my hand.
Ronan’s knuckles are practically white from how hard he’s gripping the steering wheel, and neither of us speaks. Thankfully, it’s only about a fifteen-minute drive from the church to the house.
The party is in the living room, but as we enter the house, Ronan drags me through the kitchen and into the dining room instead of heading left. The catering staff watches us go, but their laughter cuts out as Ronan snaps the door shut behind us.
I gasp as he presses me against the wall, his thigh wedged between my legs, his hands cupping my chin, and his mouth coming down hot and hard on mine.
Ronan devours my mouth until I’m pretty sure if you asked me at this exact moment, I probably would get my name wrong. Too soon, he lifts his head, breathing heavily, his eyes hooded, pressing his forehead against mine with a groan.
“Christ. Ye have no idea how ye tempt me,leannán.”
I stay silent. Ronan has no idea how he tempts me either. I hope he’s going to offer to drop me home. Or rather, tell me he is dropping me home. I’m going to seduce him. Why else would I have spent all morning scrubbing my apartment clean?
RONAN
My eyes find Fiona across the crowded living room. Something changed between Fiona and me last night, and it has me feeling slightly offside.
So far today, she’s not shown even a token sign of her usually standoffishness. I’ve remained un-reprimanded when calling herleannánall day. Not only that, but the lass isflirtingwith me.
I’ve no idea what she’s thinking, but Jesus fuck, I like it. Perhaps my guessing her big secret last night has made her slightly more relaxed in our relationship. Such as it is. I hope that’s the case.
Maybe the lass figures that since I now know she’s a virgin, I’ll be less inclined to move too fast for her if I scare her off. She’s not fucking wrong. I’m still reeling from my discovery.
I spent all last night thinking about it. I knew I was the first blowjob she’d ever given, but I’d never dreamed…
Crossing the room, I almost reach her but stop near her at the last moment, turning to Niall.
“Nice service,” he grunts, his eyes flickering between Fiona and me, a question there.
“Nice and quick,” I mutter back.
“Aye. I’ve no time for a drawn-out service. Fitzy knows what he’s doing when he pays off that priest.”
My whole body is aware of Fiona’s presence beside me. I’m so close, I could touch her. Christ. Why am I contemplating it when I could man the fuck up and just do it?
Tentatively, I reach over where she’s standing next to me, talking to Paddy’s little wife, and stroke my fingers through her silky blonde hair. Blue eyes turn my way in surprise, and a sultry smile crosses her plump pink lips. Jesus fuck. I want to take her back to the dining room and crush her to me.
I have to behave. Seamus would fucking murder me if I disrupted today. I let my hand drop away from her hair with a small sigh, turning back to my conversation with Niall, who is smirking at me.
