Page 16 of Wild Irish

I wanted to kiss him, and I think he wanted it, too.

God, I’m no good at this kind of thing.

“Go to bed, Delaney.” He stares blankly into his glass. It’s not just a command, but a severing of whatever spark or connection we shared for that brief moment.

Chapter 6

Cillian

Groaningas sunlight hits my face, I toss on the couch, stretching my legs over the armrest. I’m too damn big for the fucking couch, and every muscle in my body aches. Not to mention the constant throbbing between my legs.

I spent the night regretting not kissing the woman. Her body was practically humming in anticipation. So damn responsive, and I hadn’t even touched her.

Knowing she was in my bed had my cock aching so fucking bad that no amount of whiskey could dull it.

There’s a knock on the door.

Shit. I think about ignoring it, but the person knocks again, this time with more urgency.

Grunting, I roll off the couch and drag my tongue over my teeth, before rinsing my mouth with a shot of whiskey.

More knocking.

“Fuck off. I’m coming.”

Aiden’s eyebrows shoot up when I answer the door, his gaze dropping to the bottle of Jameson in my hand. “My God, man, Emer said ye look like shit, but I didn’t think it’d be this bad.”

I make a noise in the back of my throat. Turning my back on him, I walk to the kitchen and place the bottle on the counter. I frown when I notice fresh coffee brewing.

Delaney must have woken up already.

“Ye not going to talk to me?” Aiden follows me down the hall toward the bedroom. It’s empty and the bed is made. The luggage in the far corner of the room is the only sign that she’d been here.

Where the hell is she?

“Did ye see a woman when ye came in?” I turn back to him, dragging my hands through my hair.

“What?” Aiden frowns at me, then shakes his head. “No, I didn’t see a damn woman.”

A pressure builds inside my chest, and I grumble when I realize what it’s from – concern.

Fuck. What do I care if she left?

“We need to talk,” Aiden says, watching me warily.

Going back to the kitchen, I grab a mug and pour myself a coffee.

She’ll be back. Her luggage is still here. It’s not like she wandered off in the middle of the night. She probably just went for a walk.

But what if she got lost? She doesn’t even have a damn phone.

I slam my mug down and storm towards the front door, intent on finding her before she gets herself into more trouble.

“Cillian?” Aiden says behind me, concern in his voice.

“What?” I stop with my hand already on the door handle.

“Enough of this shit. Get over yerself. The band needs ye.”

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