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  “No, just let me kiss you,” he said in this desperate voice, and she gave into him. The kiss was long, hard and full of this longing need that she hadn’t even known was there. It was like something had been missing, and until things happened this way she had been in the dark.

  “But what about what I just said?” she asked against his mouth.

  “I want you. You want me, and I’m not about to let anyone stop me from having you, Sorcha.” He pulled back, cupped her face in that way that she had grown to love so much, and smiled up at up. “This is not just sex for me.”

  “You and I don’t fit together, and I’m sure people will bring that to everyone’s attention.”

  He shrugged. “I don’t give a shit about what anyone thinks. I don’t care if it’s taken six months, and one week of having you to myself, to have me realize that I am tired of everything else. I just want you, and am ready to try this out.” There was demand in his voice, and as always his control. “I will crush anyone that stands in my way, you know I will.”

  She nodded and chuckled, and as surreal as all of this seemed, she wanted t try it out. If things didn’t work, then they didn’t, but she’d never know until she tried it out.

  “Besides, maybe I’ll take a long vacation to a deserted island, and bring you with me to keep me company.” He grinned.

  “Getting away from everything? I think I like the sound of that.”

  He grabbed her under the ass, lifted her up, and kissed her hard again. Hell, she’d let him take her right here and now, because all she was going to care about from this moment on was how she felt, and not what anyone said, or what was on the surface.

  Chapter Seventeen

  The following weekend

  He watched her from her kitchen room table, loved that she was in her element right now, even though that meant she washed the dishes from the meal and refused to let him help. He grinned picked up his cup of coffee, and drank it slowly while he watched her over the rim. Truth be told, he could stare at her all day every day and never get enough. When she had invited him over for dinner, he had been surprised, but so ready to move forward with this relationship, or whatever it was they were doing. He wanted a relationship, wanted her to be a part of his life, and he was willing to wait as long as she needed to make that happen.

  He already knew the sun had set, but the night sky couldn’t be seen through the lone window she had. It really did face a brick wall, but she surprisingly didn’t care, and because of that he couldn’t help but grin. He stood and walked over to the pictures that lined the bookshelf she had. He saw the pictures of her and a woman that looked exactly like her.

  Her mother that had passed.

  He glanced at her and saw her washing the dishes, and heard her humming along to the song that lightly played from the iPod he had brought over for her. He had filled it with all of his favorites, and some that he thought she might enjoy. He was actually impressed she had stopped at “End of Days” by Thirty Seconds to Mars. It wasn’t a slow, easygoing song, but one filled with a lot of heart, soul, and emotion. Out of Bach, Beethoven, and some of the more modern songs he had loaded on there he smiled that she chose the one that was devastatingly beautiful in its own dark way.

  He walked up to her, stopped just inches from her, and placed his hands on her hips, stilling her. “We never got to finish that dance,” Rian said softly against her ear, and loved when he heard her swallow. A classic song started playing, and he turned her around, pulled her close, and didn’t bother trying to hide his erection. He dipped his head low, ran the tip of his nose along the arch of her throat, and heard her breath falter. She smelled good, like the apple pie she had baked for dessert.

  “Rian, my hands are wet,” she said on a whisper, and he knew that the swaying they were doing, and the fact his cock was right on her belly, moving back and forth, was turning her on.

  “I don’t care, baby.” He wanted her, always seemed to in fact, but the truth was he just wanted to hold her. He did just that, continuing to move back and forth, letting the music surround him, her scent envelop him, and the fact that this woman made him feel things that he never thought his cold heart would experience.

  “I could fall asleep like this,” she said softly, and he reached his hand on the back of her head, and pulled her toward his chest. She relaxed against him, and he rested his chin on the corn of her head, and just held the woman that he was falling for so fucking hard.

  “I was actually embarrassed and nervous to have you over at my place.”

  He smiled. “I know.” She had seemed really damn nervous when she had asked him over for dinner, but had even warned him that her place was a tin can compared to his place. “But you shouldn’t have been. I actually like your place. It’s very warm, comfortable, and not cluttered with unnecessary things.”

  She pulled back and looked at his face. “I don’t know if I should take that as a compliment or insult.” She rested her head back on his chest.

  “A compliment, baby.” He grinned.

  She wrapped her hands around his waist and sighed one of those contented ones that made a man feel like he was doing all the right things.

  “You are doing all the right things.” She lifted her head and tilted it back. “And yes, this time it was you speaking your mind.” She ginned, and he couldn’t help it. He dipped down and took her mouth with his.

  Rian knew this woman was it for him, and what a fucking incredible feeling.

  ****

  Two months later

  It had taken two months just to clear his schedule in order to take this trip, and fuck had that been a long time to spend with the woman that he loved. He lay under a palm tree, the sand between his toes, the towel beneath him not hiding the heat that came through the ground, and the view in front of him giving him major wood.

  Sorcha was walking out of the water, her long black hair in her hands as she wrung it out. She wore a bikini, and her curves were bursting out, causing his dick to get painfully hard, and having the only thought in his head at the moment be him taking her under this tree. It was a private island, rented out only to people who could afford it, and for the next fourteen days it was just the two of them. She stopped a few feet from him, and the look on her face told him she knew exactly what he was thinking about.

  “You’re insatiable, Rian Hartford.” She moved closer, stopped when his toes touched her feet, and grinned.

  “How about you ease my suffering?” He cocked an eyebrow, and grabbed his erection through his trunks. “In fact, I think for the rest of the trip we should be those nude sunbathers I heard about.”

  “No way do I want my jiggly parts hanging all out in the open, getting burned.”

  He grinned. “I like your bits hanging out.” He pulled his shorts down and stroked himself.

  “You know, those six months of working for you I would have thought the man sitting in front of me right now was nothing more than a wishful thought.”

  “I should take offense to that, but you’re right, and I’m horny, so I won’t argue.”

  She reached behind her and undid her top, and let it fall to the ground. Her huge breasts shook slightly, and when she got on her hands and knees the mounds swayed from side-to-side. She crawled over him, being the one in control at the moment, but he was okay with that. He liked her thinking she had power, and although she did to a point, in the end it was him that fucked the hell out of her. “You know you can be an arrogant bastard, but the only reason I put up with it is because I know how you really are,” she said right by his mouth.

  “And what is that?” he asked, looking at her mouth and wanting to kiss her silly.

  “Sweet and gentle, slightly transparent with your emotions when you trust someone,” she said the last part softly.

  “I’m only like that with you, baby.”

  She smiled, and it was one that he knew she believed him, that what he said was the God’s honest truth.

  Even if he did keep his co
ld, hard and domineering attitude toward others, with Sorcha he showed her another softer side. She was the only one that had made him see who and what he really was, and that he didn’t need to be a motherfucker all the time. It had started that week he had her, and over time she’d kept showing him that a good woman could make a beast of a man human.

  “You’re only like that with me,” she said with a smile, and an almost distant, whimsical note in her voice. “Because you love me.”

  He grinned, grabbed her behind the back of the neck, and pulled her forward for a kiss. After several long seconds of kissing her senseless, he whispered against her mouth, “Only with you, baby. And yes, I love you so damn much it makes me think one of these days I’m going to wake up and realize this is all a dream.” And with that he pulled her on top of him, wrapped his arms around her body, and told himself he would never let her go.

  The End

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