Somewhere in that crazy, sexy speech of his, my insides start squirming and my body flushes hot. I let my breath out slowly, so I wouldn't inadvertently moan over his words and give myself away.
God help me, but I want him to kiss me.
Instead, I whisper, "There's nothing to prove."
His gaze leaves my eyes and wanders down to my lips. His tongue flicks out over his lip rings, wetting them slightly. He doesn't look back up into my eyes when he growls, "Oh, there's something to prove, Ren. And I will."
The timber of his voice is hypnotic. The intent is carnal and possessive. It overwhelms my senses and causes my common sense to fade into nothingness.
My head is spinning and my troubles with Cormac are forgotten as he just stares at my mouth. I hold absolutely still, waiting for him to lean in further to kiss me.
But his head doesn't move. Instead, he moves in one step closer, bringing our bodies flush. The heat is searing and electric, and my knees almost buckle when I can feel his hardness against my belly. I've never had a man so overtly attracted to me before, and it makes me feel powerful and hungry to find out more.
Although our bodies are pressed together, he still just stares at my mouth. A tiny sigh escapes my lips and I breathlessly ask, "What are you waiting for?"
His breath is warm against my face and he smells of Guinness and mint. He drags his gaze up and his eyes are molten when they make contact with mine. "I'm waiting for you to f**king demand it of me. I don't want you to ask, and I sure as hell don't want you to beg. I want you to f**king demand that I kiss you."
Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.
No man has ever spoken that way to me and I'm dismayed that his words are a complete turn on. The proud, independent woman in me wants to be affronted, but the shaking mass of sexual nerves wants me to submit.
Then I do something that is totally against my nature. I decide to push good, old responsible Renner Caldwell into the closet—at least for tonight—because I really want to see where this goes. I want to know what I might have been missing. And I want to push Cormac all the way out of my thoughts.
I push my h*ps forward against him, taking feminine pride when he sucks in his breath from the contact. "Kiss me. Now."
There is no hesitation from Cillian. Just a low rumble of thanks in his chest and his mouth plows into mine. I feel the first, cold bite of his ring piercings digging into my lips, and the slight pain is erotic. He pushes my mouth open with his and his tongue slides in slowly, exploring my mouth. I can feel the ball of his piercing gently massage me, sometimes clacking against the inside of my teeth. Cillian's hands come off the wall and gently encircle my throat, his thumbs supporting my chin to hold me in place. I place my hands on his hips, just above his belt, and dig my fingers inside his waistband just a fraction.
He plunders and possesses my mouth. He makes it his own. I may have demanded he kiss me, but make no mistake, he's the one that's in charge right now. I find it thrilling and naughty, and it reminds me of the way I felt five years ago when I was a young girl on the verge of turning into a woman.
Cillian's kiss doesn't last long. It's hard and hot, and filled with the promise that he has only shown me a small part of what he has to offer. He pulls away, feathering a last, light kiss over my lips. I notice his rings are no longer cold but have been warmed by the friction of our mouths together. He then places a kiss on my forehead and my eyes flutter at the soft touch.
"I have to get going." His eyes are no less hot, and he's still hard as a rock pressed up against me. He looks frustrated to be leaving me and sighs as he steps away.
I just nod my head because I don't feel the need to say anything.
Besides, I'm afraid the power of speech will never measure up to the quality of the actions we just took.
CHAPTER 6
Cillian
Fuck, what a night.
I glance around at the drab waiting room and check my watch again.
3:32 a.m. and I'm still waiting on the doctor to update me.
I had left Renner just a few hours ago, her face flushed, her lips swollen, and my dick hard as a rock. But I couldn't follow through with anything more than that f**king fantastic kiss because something more important had come up.
Yes, something that shouldn't be more important but unfortunately in my f**ked-up world, it was.
I had been having a great night at The Hibernian. I was composing some awesome music when I got a call from Maeve. I hesitated before answering, honestly not wanting to deal with her. I was having far too much fun watching Renner covertly trying to watch me.
Instead, I answered it and the nightmare began. She was drunk... I mean really drunk. She was rambling about how much she missed me, and that she wanted to give us another chance.
I cut her off and told her this had to stop. I knew when I said those words that she wouldn't even remember them the next day, and it frustrated me to no end. I decided to end the call and deal with her later—when she said something that made my heart sink.
"I just took a whole bottle of sleeping pills, Cillian."
"Tell me you're lyin', Maeve."
Please tell me you’re lying.
She giggled, then with slurred words, she said, "Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. Only way to find out is to come see for yourself."
Then she hung up on me.
I cursed and stood from the booth, packing my stuff up. I wasn't in a rush to head to her place, because she's pulled this shit on me more times than I can remember. Every time she was bluffing... except for once.