Page 47 of The Irish Arrangement

What’s your real story, Cara?

I wouldn’t waste my time asking. Being with her and not fucking her was a test to my patience.

The more that she let me unravel layers of who she was, I grew excited about what else she might expose. I wasn’t banking on trust. I wouldn’t get my hopes up for any real friendship, but something had shifted between us today.

“Cara.”

She lifted her chin, sassy and sure. “Hmm?”

“I don’t want to get it over with.”

Her lips parted as she stared at me. Curiosity flared with a hint of desire.

I slid my hand around her slender waist, curvy and substantial. Perfect to hold on to. Her face lowered as she registered how I'd stepped into her space.

With her hooded lids, she gazed up at me, almost shyly.

“Because I intend to enjoy you, too.” I licked my lips, and my dick hardened at her troubled gaze locking on that motion.

I walked her back, relishing her awkwardness as she reached out to hold on to my upper arms.

“You’re…” She cleared her throat. Fuck, she was gorgeous when she was angry, but nervous and timid, she was just as sexy. “You’ve said that you’re the boss.”

I nodded. “Never forget it.”

“So, you do whatever you have to do.”

I stopped at the door frame to her suite, ramming my body against hers. “No. You’ll do whatever I want you to do. For me.” Addicted to the allure of owning her body, of being the one in charge of making her submit and surrender, I inhaled a deep breath. Dragging my nose along her jaw, I relished her sweet scent. All her, feminine, light, and sweet. None of that cloying perfume my previous wives had used. Cara was sweet, innocent. With a hint of the outdoors clinging to her, too.

All Cara.

“O–Okay.” She swallowed hard, intimidated at last.

“So if I say kiss me…”

She let out a whimper, reaching up to hurry in pressing her lips to mine.

Too light. Too short. But it would do for the start of this game.

“And if I tell you to get your ass in that room and strip for me…”

She breathed faster, her eyes wild with desire. As she turned to go, I hauled her back into my arms, leaning her into the wall.

“You will do so without any plan to get it over with.”

Shaking her head, she stared at me with such vulnerable need, I wanted to growl and fuck her right here in the hall.

“Now kiss me,” I ordered. “Like you want to.”

She narrowed her eyes, taking insult to how I’d mocked her first attempt.

Threading her fingers through my hair, she gripped the back of my head and pulled me down for another kiss. Her lips remained parted. That sweet tongue of hers slipped out, tasting my mouth as she closed her lips over mine. And with a groan of pure lust, she tangled with my tongue and dueled with the fiery passion I was already coming to associate with her.

Angling her head to the side by moving mine, I sucked on her tongue and battled for dominance in this kiss.

Fuck, yes. Finally.

Keeping my mouth sealed to hers, swallowing her moans and whines for more, I pulled her flush, then lifted her.

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