And before I even know what I'm doing, I pull her back into me so my hardness presses up against her. At the same time, I dip down and whisper into her ear, "You don't know how bad I want inside of you. Come home with me right now."
It's not a request, but a demand. The only way I know how to do things.
I can feel her body shudder over my words. Her lips move but her mouth is too far away from my ear to hear what she says over the music. I start to put my ear closer to her lips so I can hopefully hear that she is telling me, "yes", but movement catches my eyes and I see Cady and Teagan headed our way.
I immediately straighten up and drop my hands from Renner's waist. She doesn't see the girls headed our way, so she turns and gives me a questioning look.
I merely nod over her shoulder at Frick and Frack and she turns toward them, just as they arrive. They shout at her over the music and grab her hand, pulling her back through the crowd, presumably to stand with them up at the front.
Renner glances back at me once, and I cannot read the expression on her face. I'm hoping it's sadness that our moment was interrupted, but it could be relief.
She turns away from me and melts into the crowd with Cady and Teagan.
CHAPTER 11
Renner
Work tonight sucks. I'm still sporting a headache from that damn Irish whiskey, no matter how many Nurofen—the Irish version of Tylenol—I took today. I make a mental note never to drink that stuff again, and I only hope Sean is suffering as bad as we are, since he's the one that kept buying the damn shots for us.
The end of last evening is still a blur to me. Some things I can remember clear as Waterford crystal. Like the way Cillian practically ate me up with his eyes when we first walked in. I had not wanted to wear that outfit but Teagan insisted. It was one of hers and she finally talked me into it after yammering at me relentlessly for an hour. I felt self-conscious as hell, particularly because a good breeze could lift my top away and expose my br**sts.
I also remember, but not as clearly, as Cillian stood behind me while we listened to the music. His hands had glided up my sides, his fingertips just sneaking past the flimsy material of my top to stroke the barest swell of the side of my breast. I thought my body would go up in flames when he did that, but it was nothing compared to when he pulled my h*ps back into his and I could feel how hard he was. In my effort to be more spontaneous, I'm surprised I didn't combust right on site over that touch. It was hot as hell, because I knew that I made him hard like that.
He asked me to go home with him.
No... correction. He told me to go home with him.
Despite the way my body was reacting to him, I still had enough wits about me to know that would be a bad idea. I was trying to tell him that when Cady and Teagan suddenly appeared in front of me and hauled me away.
I was relieved and empty at the same time.
The rest of the night got blurrier, thanks to Sean's heavy hand with the shots. I vaguely remember the men loading us girls up in a cab, while they went home in another. I woke up on Teagan's couch this morning with a raging headache and nausea gurgling in my stomach.
Bussing off a table, I glance around. I've been doing that a lot tonight, wondering if Cillian will come in for dinner. I can't decide if I want him to walk through that door, or not.
When Cillian demanded I go home with him last night, my body wanted to say yes but my brain was saying no. It terrifies me to think, though, had Cady and Teagan not rescued me, he would have been able to convince me of surrender. His words, his touch...they are hard to fight against. He's proven it to me once before.
"Table for one, cailín álainn."
My body goes still at those words murmured just behind me. Turning slowly, Cillian is standing so close that I can smell his body wash. It smells like a forest after a spring rain. Taking a step back, I look up into his eyes. He's looking at me with a mixture of mischief and hunger, and I don't know if his intent is to joke around or seduce me.
Probably both.
"There's an empty table over there," I indicate with a nod of my head. "I'll be with you in a minute."
Turning away from him, I head straight to the water closet. I resist the urge to check my hair in the mirror, because I could care less how I look to Cillian.
Sort of.
No, I mainly came in here to take a deep breath, and figure out how I should deal with him tonight. He's going to whisper words to me that will make my bones sizzle. He'll figure a way to touch my skin that will make me want to strip na**d for him. Cillian is too powerful... too carnal... and if I don't buck up against his brand of magic, I'm going to be lost.
I take ten more deep breaths, just for good measure. Then I glance in the mirror and yes, my hair looks fine.
Leaving the bathroom, I head to the bar and grab him a Guinness. It's what he always drinks, although never more than two when he's writing. I take it to his table and set it down before him. Those dark eyes pin me and I can't even get words out of my mouth to ask him what he wants to eat.
"Did you have fun last night, Renner?"
I swallow, just to coat my throat with wetness, hoping it will work. "Sure. It was a great time. How about you?"
He nods, all the while his eyes are boring into mine. "Especially touching you. Your skin feels like the softest of satin. Tell me... what would your answer have been last night?"
My stomach drops that he would hit me so fast with something like this. I thought I had mentally prepared myself in the bathroom to handle anything he threw at me, but I'm afraid the only thing I think I can manage is incoherent babbling. He scrambles my brain that much.