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He didn’t bother to hide his laughter the second time. “You’ve got a wicked mouth on you.”

“I’m known for my wicked mouth.” Her grin was pure deviltry and the sultry smile would’ve brought him to his knees had he been standing. With a pointed look at his crotch, she said, “Very wicked mouth.”

“Stop it right now, or you’ll not get the first orgasm I promised. I’ll spend like a pubescent boy and be the laughing stock of me pub.”

Her husky laughter sent more blood surging to his dick.

With a rough groan, he crushed his lips to hers and sought entry with his tongue.

Her hands were everywhere: touching his skin, cupping his ass, shoving down his jeans. And he’d never felt so desperate to sink into a woman. The musky scent of her arousal filled the air and almost sent him over the edge of madness because he’d never get enough of her addictive fragrance.

Their teasing took a backseat to their lovemaking, and within the embrace of his arms, Piper became a wanton goddess. He, the mere mortal willing, ready, and able to worship at her feet. Every thrust brought him closer to being burned by her sun. Every panting breath she released was a command for him to work harder and bring her to completion.

After every single drop had been milked out of him, and after her second rapturous cry rang out; Cian rested his brow against hers and inhaled huge, gulping breaths of air into overworked lungs. She did the same, and the push of her breasts into his chest made him wonder how fast he could recover to do this all over again.

He grinned as his mind circled around to her jackrabbit comment from earlier. “Perhaps time doesn’t run differently for us, after all, Piper my love.”

“Mmm. I’d say you have the timing down pat.”

Cian chuckled and shifted his weight to roll them over. Flat on his back, he tucked her head against his pounding heart. “Sure, and there’s always room for improvement.”

He felt the movement of her lips as they curled into a smile.

“I’ve no complaints, and if you want to use my body for practice—you know, for that improvement—I’m game.”

“That’s what I like best about you, darlin’. Your willingness to be a team player.” Her golden laughter filled his heart to full. “Piper?”

“Hmm?”

“I have no objection if you want to fondle me lucky charms.”

“Any day of the week and twice on Sundays?” she asked in a drowsy murmur.

A laugh burst out of him, and he tightened his arms around her. “To be sure.”

27

“Iwon’t hide out.”

“And I won’t have you hanging about in public for all the world to see while there’s still a target on your back.”

Piper threw up her hands in her anger. “Cian, this is ridiculous. We might never find who’s behind this. The best we can do is live life normally but remain alert.”

“There you’re wrong, love. I’m more determined than ever to find them. We’ve too much to lose.”

“I won’t hide,” she repeated firmly.

“Don’t look at it as hiding. Look at it as keeping my bed warm.” He was sprawled in a comfy chair with one leg draped over the arm. The crackling fire in the hearth backlit him and made him look like temptation personified, but Piper was too irritated to act on her desire to climb onto his lap.

He tried to cover his knowing grin with a mug of coffee, but he failed miserably. They’d been burning up the sheets for the better part of a week, and she still didn’t feel as if she could get enough. The man was a sex god in bed. Piper craved his touch morning, noon, and night. She was an addict, and Cian was her drug of choice. The problem was that he knew and exploited it.

Still, she wasn’t a pushover.Much. “I’m not kidding, Cian. I might as well have stayed back home. I’m tired of being cooped up and I want out.”

“I’d be happy for you to go back home if it will save your life.” His tone had turned hard and there was a coldness in his expression. It gave her a moment’s pause. The other time he’d seemed so distant was when they spoke of commitment. Was this his way of getting rid of her after he’d gotten what he wanted? Had she misread the signs?

Frustrated tears threatened, and she’d rather punch his annoying face than shed them.

Cian sighed heavily and climbed to his feet. After placing his coffee cup on a side table, he crossed to her and tilted up her chin. “Piper me love, I can’t help Bridget run the pub and guard your delectable body at the same time.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “You either go home or you don’t step foot outside these walls. Those are your two options. Make your choice.”

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