Page 30 of Dublin Brute

Thank fuck. My pulse throbs in my cock and it’s taking every ounce of restraint I have to keep from hauling her out of her seatand into my lap. It feels like we’re sharing a pivotal moment. I want more, but don’t want to push for too much too soon and risk ruining this.

“I should go,” she whispers, but doesn’t move.

“Probably a good idea.” I don’t move either, too captivated by how her pulse jumps beneath my fingertips.

It’s taking everything in me not to reach into her skinny jeans and see just how wet she is for me right now. The click of her buckle releasing warns me I’m about to miss my chance. Something in my chest clenches. I don’t want her to go. Before she can open her door, I tighten my grip on her wrist and tug her back.

“Nora.”

Her blue eyes widen, questioning in the darkness. I slide my hand from her wrist to cup her cheek, giving her time to pull away if she wants to.

She doesn’t.

Instead, she leans into my touch, her eyes dropping to my mouth. That’s all the invitation I need. I close the distance between us, brushing my lips against hers in a sensual caress.

She makes a soft sound in the back of her throat and presses closer, her hand coming up to grip my shirt. Her lips are like silk and my fingers sink into her hair, pulling her closer. I deepen the kiss, drinking in her sweetness mixed with the lingering taste of vanilla and raspberries.

When I slide my tongue along the seam of her mouth, she opens up, letting off a feminine mewl. Fuck. That sound calls to the brute in me. I meet her tongue with mine and the kiss ratchets up another level.

Her hold on my shirt tightens and if I had a bench seat instead of buckets, I bet she’d be climbing into my lap. My angel is hungry. And if this beauty wants to break free of the shackles of her life and unleash her desires, I’m her man.

But making out in my car within eyeshot of her house is not the place. Because when I unleash the woman Nora is meant to be, I want no distractions and no interruptions. Slowing the kiss, I fight my way back from the need to take this further. Patience has never been one of my virtues, but with Nora, I want things to be perfect.

We ease apart, both of us panting to catch our breath.

I rest my forehead against hers and brush my thumb across her lower lip. “That was some first kiss, angel.”

She nips my thumb and sucks it into her hot, wet mouth. My cock is granite hard and fights to twitch, trapped behind the constraint of my jeans. “Yeah, I think I may have blown an ovary.”

I laugh and sink back into my seat. “Then I better get you home so you can tend to that.”

When I stop in front of Nora’s house, there’s a black sedan in the driveway. After she hustles up the walkway and shuts herself inside, I open a text window with Finn and type in the plate number.

Dig into this guy when you get a chance.

When do you need it? I’m helping Piper and Laine with Sunday.

After fight night is fine.

K. Np.

I don’t know Nora’s situation, but I gleaned enough from our conversation tonight that I know her father is controlling and doesn’t support her the way he should. He has my interest and that won’t work out for him if I don’t like what I find.

The next text I send is to Sean:

Who do we have at Legend?

GM. Jay Leone.

K. Thanks.

Problem?

No. Just want to reach out about something.

And with that, I shift into gear and head off to visit the local nightclub.

CHAPTER TEN

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