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She raised her chin and gazed back at me, her confidence like a wild cat stalking its prey. Her strength was utterly enthralling. I couldn’t look away. I didn’t want to.
She didn’t respond, but I didn’t expect her to. Her long, lean frame turned towards me, revealing the front of her body. I sucked in a long breath, allowing myself to feast on the sight of her bare form. Her breasts were large enough to fill my palms, not too big or too small, but perfect. The shadows of the night brought out the dips and curves of her well-toned muscles. She was strong, not just mentally, but physically.
The cusp of her thighs was bare, something I’d noticed before. Either she shaved, waxed, or had it lasered away, but it seemed like exactly what I would expect from her. The result was that I could see every bit of that perfect pink pussy, especially when it was still swollen with needy desire.
Ada Murphy was flawless, and what made it even more glorious was that she knew it deep down to her core. She gazed back at me, fully aware that I was enjoying the sight of her, and she raised her chin a bit in bold challenge. With an engaging smirk, she leveled her gaze with mine.
“I know, you arrogant Irish bastard.”
She said nothing more as she knelt down and pulled on her clothes as best she could. Most of the buttons were torn off, but there were a few left intact that barely held her clothes in place. I cocked my head, watching as she dressed with regal, understated elegance. She was beautiful in everything she did, from pulling on her gorgeous heels to running her fingers through her freshly fucked hair.
When she was finally ready, she walked out of my room with her head held high. Her heels clicked toward the door, and I watched her reach into her purse and pull out her phone, speaking into it softly as she called her driver. I listened to her stride down the hall and the telltale gentle swish of the elevator doors closing behind her.
Everything she did made me want to earn her. No… Ineededto earn her.
I would do whatever it took to make her mine.
CHAPTER5
Ada
I went home that night to sleep in my own bed. As much as I’d enjoyed his attention, his proposition at the end of the night set me on edge, and I needed to clear my head.
Even then, keeping my mind off him proved difficult. When I got home, I threw the remains of my torn pantsuit aside, making a mental note to call my seamstress and have her repair the damage if she could. I walked into my bathroom, wanting to take a shower to wash off the exertion of the night. Without meaning to, I caught sight of my bottom in the mirror.
It was still pink.
I reached down, curious to feel its warmth in the privacy of my own home. Lightly, I ran my fingertips against my still achy skin, trying to understand how I could have found such an act arousing and how I could kind of want him to do it again.
He’d threatened his belt. Would he actually use it? Would I like that too?
With an annoyed shake of my head, I turned on the shower and immersed myself in the steamy hot spray. The water droplets pelted my tired flesh, and I lost myself in the soothing feeling of it. With a soft sigh, I pressed a hand against the tile and reached for my shampoo. As the seconds passed, I grew more and more exhausted and decided that a quick shower would be better than a longer, more relaxing one. Hastily, I washed the rest of my body and rinsed out the shampoo before dousing my strands in my favorite conditioner. By the time I was finished, I was yawning up a storm.
Wanting nothing more than to crawl into bed, I turned off the water, wrapped myself in a towel, and hurriedly tore a brush through my long locks before stumbling into bed. I closed my eyes and fell asleep in seconds.
I didn’t wake until morning.
* * *
The next evening, I didn’t really know what to do with myself, so I decided to go back to the pub, and I refused to admit to myself that it was because of Shane. Much to my chagrin, he’d been on my mind every waking minute. I didn’t have his phone number, so there wasn’t a way for me to reach out to him. But even if I could have, I would have waited for him to make the next move anyway.
I wasn’t desperate.
I slid into my usual bar seat, not really paying attention to my surroundings. Since it was a weeknight. the bar wasn’t really that busy. When I finally looked up out of my daze, Angus was watching me with a smirk.
“You’re glowing, Ada,” he teased.
“Fuck off, Angus,” I answered lightly.
He laughed and pointed to my right. I followed the sight line of his finger, taken aback that I had only just now noticed the vase of beautiful red roses beside a large green box with a dark grey, silky bow. I could have pretended it wasn’t for me, but the parchment envelope labeled with my name in neat script left no question about it.
I reached for the envelope and Angus lifted a brow.
“I take it it was a good night, then?” he added lightly.
“His name is Shane Kavanagh,” I countered, easily disregarding his taunting. I hadn’t grown up around five brothers without growing a thick skin. Angus tried, but he had nothing on them.
“OftheKavanaghs?”
