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Oh God.
My entire body burned with heat. The way he so openly claimed me as his, even to his grandfather, made me feel like I might be actuallyworthsomething.
Several hours and several alcoholic beverages later, I found myself getting a piggyback from the sexiest fly half in Ballylaggin..Maybe even the whole wide world.
“I think we might be a small bit drunk, Hugh,” I snickered on our fourth attempt to reach the top of the stairs. Well, Hugh’s fourth attempt. I was hitching a ride on his back. “And I think”—I paused to hiccup—“it’s from Granda Healy’s whiskey.”
“Oh, Iknowit is,” my boyfriend grumbled, fighting hard with his feet to go in the same direction. He had lost his coordination, right along with his shirt. “My grandfather is a demon.”
“Your grandfather is a legend,” I cackled and then quickly cheered when we reached the landing. “Yay! My hero!”
“Do you need to pee?” he asked when he crashed against the bathroom door. “Go now if you do because your carriage is making a beeline for his bed.”
I thought about it for a moment and shook my head. “Nope.”
“You sure?”
“Yep.”
“All right then.” Staggering toward his bedroom door, he pushed it open with his head and slurred, “Prepare for a soft landing, baby.”
“Uh, a little privacy!” some random girl squealed, as she rolled around on my boyfriend’s bed with a vaguely familiar-looking boy on top of her.
“Goddammit, Feely!”
“My apologies, Hughie.”
“Out!” Hugh ordered, leaning heavily against the door to support both our weights. “Now!”
“Yeah,Feely,” I snickered, watching through bleary eyes as our friend grabbed a pile of clothes and hurried out of the room, with a semi-naked girl hot on his heels.
“Prick,” Hugh grumbled, kicking the door shut behind them before stumbling toward the bed. “Timber!” he warned moments before faceplanting into the mattress with me still on his back. “Feely better not have fucked her in my bed.”
“He still had his jocks on,” I offered, flopping onto my back beside him. “But the blond he was dry-humping didn’t have a stitch on her.”
“See, that’s some horseshit right there,” my boyfriend slurred, dragging a pillow under his head. “He knows you’re the only blond allowed to get naked in my bed.”
“Yeah right,” I snorted, reaching over to pat his shoulder. “If I were naked in your bed, you’d throw holy water on me and cart me off to confession.”
“Not tonight, I wouldn’t.”
Snickering, I turned to look at his face and grinned. “Are you saying you want me naked in your bed?”
“I nevernotwant you naked in my bed.” Lying on his stomach, with his arms wrapped around the pillow and his head angled toward me, Hugh whispered, “Thanks for coming home, baby.”
“Home?” My heart skipped four solid beats, and a violent shiver racked through me. “How am I home, Hugh?”
With a heated expression, he pulled up on one elbow and reached for me with his free hand. “Because you belong in this house.” Cupping the back of my head, he drew me closer. “You belong in this bed.” Fisting my hair, Hugh angled my chin up to his and traced his tongue over my bottom lip before pulling back to look in my eyes. “You belong with me.”
And then he crushed his lips to mine.
The moment his tongue entered my mouth, I knew I was a goner. The familiar feeling of filth and unease was replaced with a desperate yearning. His hands were on my body, pulling me closer, and the feel of him, so strong and warm and real, breathed life into my fractured soul. I was broken inside, truly rotten to the core, but I felt my redemption in his kiss.
Desperate to taste him back, my lips opened of their own accord, accepting his offering like my body had been programmed to receive this boy. His tongue coaxed mine almost lovingly, with soft, drugging swipes that caused my nipples to harden painfully in their bid to snatch his attention.
Overcome by the sensations thrashing through my body, I tugged on his shoulders until he rolled on top of me. Welcoming his weight, I let my thighs fall open to bring him closer, shivering in delight when his metal buckle rubbed against me. “Mm.”
Layers of horrible clothes separated our flesh, and it made me so fucking mad. Beyond agitated, I dug my fingers into his back,shivering in pleasure when he strained against me. I wanted him so much, I wanted to cry.
